Lou & L.
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Spork is what happens when a Bend hiker, a Seattle garden gnome, and a zen master open a restaurant together—and somehow it works. The vibe is part eco-conscious self-serve (hydrate yourself, people, the water station awaits) and part culinary choose-your-own-adventure. It feels hands-on without feeling abandoned—like your cool friend who lets you borrow their kayak but still reminds you to wear sunscreen.
Ordering could have been a nightmare given the menu reads like a love letter to every corner of Asia plus a few detours, but the gentleman at the counter deserves a Nobel Prize in Menu Explanation. He not only decoded the dishes for us, but sold us on why people rave about them—like a hype man for noodles. Ten out of ten, would let him guide my life choices.
Food-wise: my husband ordered the happy hour chicken sandwich and is now in a committed relationship with it. He still brings it up in conversation as if it’s a long-lost flame. We got the fried cheese, because let’s be real—fried cheese is never a mistake, it’s a life philosophy. I had a noodle bowl that was absolutely incredible. Drinks? Let’s just say we “accidentally” upgraded happy hour to full-on cocktail hour. Zero regrets.
In conclusion: Spork Bend is quirky, delicious, and unforgettable. We came for happy hour, we stayed for the food (and drinks). We’ll be back faster than you can say fried cheese forever.