Ingrid’s Scandinavian Food

Bet you fuckers thought I forgot about you. But like elephants and my ex-wife, I never forget anything. And by “never forget” I mean ‘ was prompted to quick fucking around”. Turns out having a kid kinda puts a damper on your hobbies.

Admittedly, I’d never heard of this place – Most Persistent Dining Companion found it on the interwebs. It’s down in Oregon City – a place most notable for it’s municipal elevator. Once upon a time, it was the height of technology. It’s with projects like that Roosevelt beat the Nazi’s.

I’mma level with you chief, I don’t remember shit about the sandwiches here. The fillings are good – smoked fish and meatballs and sausage – but what you’re coming here for is the best fucking crepe-like thing I’ve ever had. The actual wrap, Lefse, is absolutely dynamite. They are soft and tender and I want one big enough to cuddle up in on a cold winter night. They’re like the hug your father will give you when he finally comes back with his smokes.

You need to go there. Right now. I mean it. I will find you and make you eat these. I have are a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career.

If Jesus decides to come back as a sandwich, he’d be a lefse.