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I had to take the blame for leading an army of people here at the job site to Bombs Away Cafe (thanks Spence!) here in sunny Corvallis. Not a big hit with the team. Conceptually, some of the food sounded good but instead of tasting like Mexican, it was like uber-bland cajun food made to look somewhat Mexican. My 'smothered burrito' was filled with shredded pork (bland), brown rice (huh?), and big chunks of tomato and onion that appeared to have been stewed. All of this smothered in what was supposed to be a green chilie stew that may have been mistakely mixed up with gumbo but the flavors were so insipid it could have been anything. The jalapeno french fries we tried tasted like they were made from fresh taters but they were mostly burned and if there was jalapeno in there, it was hiding. The English do spice better than these folks and that's saying something. I get that they were trying to do things differently -- reminded me of the Heartland Cafe in our old neighborhood in Chicago -- and they had some crazy options for "meat" like tempeh chorizo. I would try that next time except I'm pretty sure there won't be a next time.

For dinner last night, I was craving a good American burger. This led us to Clodfelter's Public House. I went for the recommended Monroe Street Monster aka Death Burger. Not as dangerous as it sounds, it was just a burger with mushrooms, cream cheese, jack cheese, and bacon. It was ok. It had a massive slab of not-at-all-warmed-up cream cheese that dominated the flavor.

This weekend we are heading up to Portland for a night. The Oregon Brewers Festival is going on and we booked rooms right next to it just off the river. Maybe that will provide some better blog fodder because I am getting bored just writing about this crap.