By Bryan

One important thing that Portland and New York have in common is good food. It’s a real foodie paradise — everyone is obsessed with fresh ingredients, local produce, organic food and authenticity — which, to be honest, we really like as well. So we’ve got our favorite spots in PDX: some for fancy food, some for strange food, and some for comfort food.

And by comfort food, I don’t mean down-home cooking that mama used to make, though we love that too, but a place that makes you feel at home when you walk in. This place for us is Le Happy, a quirky little hole-in-the-wall crepe place near our apartment. When you walk in, you find a moody dining room with just a few tables, a small kitchen with one cook and the smell of fresh crepe batter. You couldn’t really call it romantic, though it is. Or quaint. Maybe charmingly odd is a better description. And it’s completely absent of any pretension that a crepe place might have outside of France, best summed up by a crepe called “Le Trash Blanc” that comes with a PBR.

Sometimes on rainy evenings when we don’t really feel like cooking, there’s nothing that makes us more content than Le Happy.