STANDING AT THE corner of 9th and Alder in the core of the downtown district, I was completely overwhelmed with the number of food carts.
There were tacos, BBQ, a long line gathering outside a soup cart, Ethiopian, sushi, and one called the Frying Scotsman amid more than forty other carts. Just like Los Angeles, San Francisco, New York City, and around the rest of the country, Portland’s food carts are on the rise.
Maybe it was a mistake to travel to Portland to research food carts a few weeks into my new diet. My personal trainer, John, wasn’t going to be happy with me.