4926 SE Division St
Portland, OR 97206
A la Carts Food Pavilion
It’s raining, I’m stuck in Portland, and I’m kinda hung over from the night before. Redbeard needs some grub and it needs to be hella tight. I drove past the A la Carts Food Pavilion and I’m like “TOTALLY!” I parked and took a couple hella fat pulls off some Oregon dabs and started the trek into the food truck place.
This place is hella tight and stuff. There are quite a few trucks parked here, but my eyes lock straight up onto Teepee’s Native American Fry Bread. Indian Tacos? DOOOPPPEEE!!!!
I ordered the supreme Indian Taco with ground beef. Then all of a sudden my mom pops up next to me. WTF? That’s when I remembered that she rolled up with me and I was like… Tight, my mom is hella dope. She orders these things called Gooie Bears. Then Zeke shows up! SUPER WTF?! Then I remembered he came too. I told him he probably wouldn’t like this place cause they didn’t have chicken wings, and he agreed.
After a few minutes my taco arrives. This thing is super huge. If you don’t know what an Indian taco is, Google it. I don’t have time to explain everything. So yeah, this thing is huge. Pretty much the size of the paper plate it came on. It went fry bread, beans, meat, tomato, lettuce, and sour cream (squiggles, not dollops).
I cut into this bitch and shove the whole piece into my mouth. The fry bread is soft and crunchy, hella good. The meat is seasoned pretty normally. The lettuce and tomato is hella fresh. Sour cream squiggles? Need I say more. This whole combo of flavors were pretty good, yet basic. That was until I realized that there may have been a little too much beans on it. Now I wouldn’t say that that makes it bad, but it was a little too much for my taste. It kinda brought the whole thing down a star for me.
Then the Gooie Bears showed up.
Imagine a cinnamin roll. Deep fried. With all the gooey stuff in the middle. Like hot fucking lava. Those dabs didn’t help when it came to making an intelligent decision about temp and when it’s safe to eat food. Even though my tounge is burnt, this shit is tight! Makes up for the beans.
Score: 7 out of 12 PBR cans. (why not)
(Oh yeah, Victor your mom makes some good fry bread)