pdx sichuan: you know you want it

This, my friends, goes on my list of stuff I need to do when I finish my dissertation.  Right now, this list is the only thing that’s keeping me going.  Well, besides the video for “Starman” by David Bowie, which, honestly, I could watch a thousand times.  And sometimes I fantasize about putting together a fake office pool among my associates as a fundraising effort — your generous donation will go directly to the people who need it, I’d say!  But I’d use the money for a ten-hour massage with some Amazonian woman with a mean streak, because this poor soul doesn’t know how else she’s going to get these permanently rearranged neck and upper back muscles out of the keyboard lock position.   And sometimes I fantasize about eating tomatoes.  But mostly it’s just stuff like this:


The good stuff’s at Mandarin House in Chinatown.  Apparently, the chef was trained in Sichuan cooking.  We came armed with a Chinese speaker and a dogeared Fuchsia Dunlop, and we food-geeked that place OUT.  Oh, just looking at this picture makes me long for it.