After leaving the Oregon Vortex we began our five hour drive to our next destination, the lovely city of Portland, Oregon. Now as I grew up on the west coast I had visited Portland a number of times (although much changed over the last 15 years) however John, inspired by the show Portlandia, (which is a hilarious show and I would recommend it to anyone who has yet to see it and is available on Netflix) wanted to check it out before heading over towards The Seasons Motel in Morton, Washington, where we would be staying that evening. The Seasons Motel is only a few minutes from Mt. Rainier where we would be headed to explore the following day. Although we were running a little behind schedule we decided a quick stop in Portland still sounded like a good plan, knowing already we would try and to spend more time there the next time we found ourselves in the area.
The sun was setting as we pulled into Portland so we decided to find a place to park quickly as possible as it was getting late and we were starving. After passing the most very unique and impossible to miss Welcome to Portland sign, a sort of spectacle of lights with a glowing white stag at the top, we found a neighborhood that looked promising and got out of the car to start exploring, it immediately began to rain. Rain is not something that either John or I really mind and our focus was more on searching for a place still opened where we could grab a bite to eat (being from New York you forget that not all places stay open late and by this time most in Portland had closed). As we walked around the area we stumbled on a most spectacularly long line of people standing in the rain, waiting for what I first thought was a concert, but soon after my gaze rested on the glowing sign above their heads, I realized they were in line for doughnuts, Voodoo Doughnuts that is. Now, I actually had heard of Voodoo Doughnuts before that day as I tend to watch a lot of The Food Network and Travel Chanel in my downtime. It was clear from what we estimated to be a least a half hour to forty five minute wait in the line, that these doughnuts apparently live up to the hype. We checked to see what time it would be closing and decided we would have plenty of time to swing back around after we had some dinner. We continued on our search for sustenance until we finally found a nice table at a place called The Thirsty Lion Pub& Grill.
After filling our bellies with scotch eggs, crispy calamari, a Ceaser salad and a cheese burger (all which were delicious I might add) and a few pints of beer, we decided we still had room for a little desert so we made our way back to Voodoo Doughnuts (whose motto is, “Good Things Come in Pink Boxes“). We were absolutely sure that as it was so late and over an hour Continue reading