As you’ve all seen, I shared a rather long weekend with an old friend in Portland, Oregon. She left our quaint hometown region for the oddball excitement that is the quintessential Hipster City and I hadn’t seen her in the flesh in almost two years.
It was a long overdue vacation that we both needed.
I arrived super late at night. It was the equivalent of 3 AM East Coast time when I finally arrived, after hours of struggling to sleep and white knuckled turbulence. The BFF picked me up and had to roll out of bed only a few hours later to get herself into work on time. I felt awful making her stay up so late and I was sure that on my own I’d get lost INSIDE her apartment building. There were just too many staircases.
Yet, I did venture out on my own and took in the few blocks around her apartment. The best find was Cafehouse Northwest, where I snagged a Carmelized Onion and Cheddar Scone. Happiest breakfast until I tried their Vanilla Latte and some wonderfully crisp pastry that resembled a flattened cinnamon bun that had been sauteed in caramel. Freaking yum.
But the yum didn’t end there. The entire trip was nearly centered around food, as I think all good trips are. We found ourselves in the shortest line the girls had ever seen at Salt and Straw, a very popular ice-cream shop with some deliciously oddball flavors. The smell permeated the entire street. My friend’s roommate elbowed me and just said “Homemade Waffle Cones.”
I ordered the Salted Caramel Cupcake by accident, but I didn’t regret it one bit. There was so much salt, but it just felt so right among the caramel and sweet waffle cone. I wanted to go back the night before I left, for just one more cone, but my waistline didn’t agree with me.
Our next culinary adventure brought us to City State Diner. Brunch was where it was at in Portland, or so I was told. We signed in on a college ruled notebook and grabbed complimentary coffee before going outside to sit in the sunshine. Portland has some great coffee and I was more than happy to enjoy our fifteen minute wait for the mimosas that we got with our brunch.
On my last full day in Portland we decided to pick up another one of her friends and make the trek to the coast, but not before donuts. I truly wish that I had thought of this place first because being inside made me so freaking happy. Voodoo Donuts is what I’m talking about. The small shop was painted bubblegum pink and there was a slightly rusted vintage gas pump outside.
Inside, there was more pink, a velvet Elvis painting, and rotating display cases of some pretty wack-o donuts. There was the Homer, a classic cake donut with pink icing and sprinkles. There was a grape soda flavored donut, a Mexican hot chocolate donut, and even a voodoo doll donut. Of course, I picked the voodoo doll just to say I did. My favorite was definitely the spicy Mexican hot chocolate donut.
I loved Portland so freaking much. There was something to do around every corner. People were actually kind of nice. Powell’s Books has the potential to own me heart and soul, especially for giving me Howl’s Moving Castle and the second volume of Rat Queens. And don’t even get me started on the food. I’d move just for the food. Hubs and I aren’t city people, so we aren’t moving any time soon. Still, I’m definitely putting it on the list for future vacations.