Portland's Old Town, next to the Burnside Bridge, is an area where many years have struck an impact on the view. Looking around, you can take in Portland’s tallest building, failing bridges and a modern mass transit system. On a cloudy day, so much contrast is present that a shiny Max Train gets lost amongst rusted pipes running down weathered columns of bricks.
I went downtown, in this city where I live, in search of some food. I was looking for a typical meal, in a typically boring city. What I found, though, was a meal that came with more than mustard and ketchup.