Great Balls of Fire!

For our last night in the Pacific Northwest, we dined at Salvador Molly's, "Home of Pirate Cookin'", our last stop featured on Man v. Food and the Great Balls of Fire challenge!

Salvador Molly's is a pretty neat place - totally eclectic (containing bits and pieces of everyone's travels from all around the world, also playing a part in their menu) and comfortable. We were shown to a booth, got some peanuts to munch on  while the hubster grabbed a beer, and we perused the menu. 

 

So many things that I wanted to try, and so little time! I decided on the Cheesy Poofs as an appetizer (I had to simply because of the name... and the fact that they were "fritters of molten cheese, chipotle chile and mashed potato, with crema & salsa Mo'Cajete" -- you can't tell me that doesn't sound absolutely delicious!) and... a dish which may be the Pampas Chimichurri Steak, but I'm not sure because at the time, my steak came with a noodle salad that is currently not listed on their menu. So it may or may not be that. But it was still quite tasty nonetheless!

 

The hubster ordered the La Cubana Pressed Cuban Sandwish. But he also came with a mission. To take on the Great Balls of Fire challenge - he must eat all five of the "famous habanero cheese fritters" with ALL of the habanero sauce to earn the prize of getting his photo on the wall. So hot, they needed an umbrella.

 

And here he goes!

   

...

Success!

"You look like you're hurtin'", the waitress comments. :)

To Voodoo or not to Voodoo

Continuing on the path home, we ended up staying in Portland for one day. First stop: Voodoo Doughnuts, yes, as seen on BOTH Anthony Bourdain's No Reservations AND Man v. Food! So we had to.

Pulling up to the corner to park, I was glad that it was bright and sunny out... I might have passed on cruising through had it been in the dark... looked like a neighborhood that had seen better times. Or maybe they were heading to better times? Anyway, we found our spot:

I went inside and it was NOT a typical donut shop. For one thing, it's "doughnut" not "donut". And another thing is it was rather small, with a short counter with a small waiting area painted black. And another thing is they were blasting a remix version of a Black Eyed Peas song. And another thing is that they sold t-shirts. And panties. Doughnuts and panties, who knew?

I looked at the menu board, and decided to head to the donut stand... watching the many different variations of doughnuts spinning around and around. And around.

 

And then I chose the Bacon Maple Bar. Hubster followed suit.

It was tasty alright. Next time: less maple, more bacon!