Son of Flavor Spot...

We stayed at the White Eagle, which is in the general neighborhood of flavor spot. You have to hoof it up a hill, under the I-5 and in an industrial area, which we found out the hard way. No matter, when we got to the top of the hill (which seemed like the promise land) we turned our heads to the right and there it was, The Son of Flavor Spot. Not to be confused with its father, Flavor Spot. Nestled in a residential neighborhood and completely unassumed, this one had no lines on a cold early morning, but it did have Stumptown coffee (does everyone in this city have this coffee?), outdoor seating only on damp picnic benches and sweet, sweet Dutch tacos.



What's a Dutch taco you ask yourself? Well, I'm glad you asked my friend. It's not a new position you can try with your FWB, it's a fat person's wet dream. A Belgian waffle stuffed with an array of proteins from two sausage patties with maple spread (what I ordered), to fool your mouth into thinking it's sweet. But, oh no! It's also savory. My fingers smelled like maple for the rest of the day and me lad was having a hard time from preventing me from also licking them throughout the day. That was, until he put a dog cone around my neck, that did the job. He on the other hand, got a Dutch taco filled with black forest ham, bacon and gouda. It was good, but not as good as mine was. They also had a seasonal special filled with pumpkin, damnit.



We came here on two different occasions, did I stutter? I said it, two! I promise they were not consecutive days. And both times the staff were really nice, even at an ungodly hour.

My waffle was only $4.75





NE Fremont St & N Mississippi Ave
Portland, OR 97255

Trimet Bus: 4 line