OR 8/10- Portland and stuff

We started the morning at Voodoo Doughnut.  It is open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, and is notorious for having a line.  I made a comment about going to get doughnuts the night before, because I couldn't sleep, but I am glad I didn't as it is not in the most savory part of town. The owners (who had never made a doughnut before opening this shop) had strategically chosen its location in the "crotch" of Portland.  

We went saying we weren't going to wait in line, and ended up waiting in line (less than an hour, not bad!).

Portlander women have shaved heads.

Eric went with the classic, the Voodoo Doll, and the Portland Cream.  I got the Loop, and couldn't resist a traditional maple bar.  I had read their doughnuts were good, but are mostly a lot (two words) of hype.  

I disagree, they are totally awesome, and reasonably priced.  

We walked over to Powell's bookstore afterwards, not because we were concerned about burning calories, but because we found a good parking spot and didn't want to give it up.  We didn't have a chance to browse each of the three stories, but were impressed with the selection that we did peruse.

Portlanders write kind notes to strangers.

This fine establishment was located directly in front of our prime parking spot.

Yesterday we had asked the waiter at Double Mountain what his favorite breweries in Portland were, and he suggested Breakside.  

I was craving a grilled cheese and they had the remedy, along with beer (which some would argue is also the remedy).

Eric ordered something he wouldn't typically order, a Cuban, and he never looked back. 

We walked around the neighborhood of our VRBO, and admired the flowers and the seemingly infinite water that is so rare and appreciated in Southern California.  

The day ended at F.O.T.M. (Fire on the Mountain).  It is the brewery that inspired the pizza we had the day before.  We actually ordered the doppelganger in hopes of a miracle, appetizing on garlic knots (so good).

Portlander men are out of their league and don't event know it.

Portlander women wear trucker hats, beanies, and flannels.

The pizza was not AS good as Double Mountain, but was very delicious none the less.

We need Portland quality food and beer in San Diego!  

I am going to start a petition.