Alternate titles for this post:
*22 hours in Portland is enough hours to get food poisoning.
*I almost passed out on a stage in front of 500 people.
*The rumble strips on freeways are useful when you’re really tired.
I had a quick PDX trip. 60 minutes in, I went out to eat with some family.
We went to Alexis, a Greek restaurant downtown.
The food is great! (They said.)
It’s in a seedy part of town, but it’s clean inside! (They said.)
There are belly dancers! (They didn’t actually tell me this part, but I did try to snap a subtle picture.)
The food was good. Really good. This is what I had:
Greek salad with a veggie gyro. (Zucchini in place of the meat.)
And then? Two hours later? Horrible, awful, won’t-go-into-details, I’ll never eat Greek food again.
I had a brunch date with one of my friends the next morning. Blossoming Lotus (awesome vegan restaurant). I got this waffle:
I ate one bite. That’s all I could handle.
And then I ate nothing until the drive home when I was falling asleep at the wheel. So I pulled over and bought three things that healthy Holley is ashamed of, but food poisoning Holley wanted.
Pretzels, diet coke and hot tamales. And, as it turns out, all I really wanted was hot tamales.
Worst. 22. Hours. Ever.
I’m slowly but surely regaining my appetite. Today I ate 1/2 piece of French toast, 2 veggie hot dogs (sans bun) and a s’more. Healthy, right?
Have you ever had food poisoning? If not, just imagine being so nauseous you want to die.