His Imperial Majesty

Today I ate the kind of food to wake this blog from the dead.

One of my favorite restaurants in NYC, well, I should say The Bronx, was a place in my dad's old neighborhood, Pelham Parkway, where I worked for 5 years. On the corner of Lydig and White Plains Blvd., it was called H.I.M., which I always have to be reminded, cause I have a weak memory for abbreviations, means His Imperial Majesty. They served Ital food, and it was greatness. I try not to think about NYC too much, and my old job even less, but that was really good eating. When you live in a place like Portland, you don't even hope to eat Ital food, let alone good Ital food, so you stop thinking about it.

But today that part of my brain and heart that gets activated by the smell and taste of plantains and peas and greens dreams of the next time I get to go to one of Portland's yummiest food carts: Assase Ital Palace. I won't say much more because I have a friend who's got that one in the works, but I will leave you with all the dishes I got to try, all of which I recommend: The Red Red, Green and Gold, Jerk Fish and Rice, plantains, Veggie Chicken Drumsticks, Fry Bread, and more delicious and creamy than the best milkshake -- the Pure Niceness!

p.s. "ah -sah - see"