Dear Native Foods,
I love you. There aren’t many restaurants I would drive 30 minutes to, each way, to eat at, but you are one of them. I love that I can order absolutely anything on the menu and be delighted with every choice. I love, I mean LOVE, your peanut butter parfait. And if you want, I will continually write positive reviews about your food, if I can only be paid in (vegan) chicken nuggets.
Tonight I had a great night for two reasons: 1) I had dinner at Native Foods, a fabulous vegan restaurant at Bridgeport Village in Tigard. 2) I enjoyed said dinner with my lovely friend, Erin.
Isn’t she beautiful?
Erin is a friend I met in college and we didn’t live on the same hall or have any of the same classes, nor were we really in the same friend group. However, enough random encounters made us realize we needed to be friends and so we made efforts toward that.
I remember she said to me, freshman year, “We should be friends, let’s go out to lunch”. So we did. We had panini sandwiches at Bob’s Backstage Bistro. And the rest, as they say, is history.
Erin puts up with my random shenanigans like, “I’m going to be vegan” and she enthusiastically tolerated my desire to drive a good distance for the following…
Native Nachos (mine)
Vegan Reuben (hers)
Sweet Potato Fries (shared)
The previously mentioned Peanut Butter Parfait (mine, all mine:)
It was a delicious dinner, with great company. There are no friends as sweet as old friends. PB Parfaits sweeten the deal too…
P.S. Native Foods, I’m not lying. Keep me supplied in Native Nachos and I’m your best marketing tool ever!