There I was, in Portland. It was late at night, but I had to do it. I walked from my safe hotel down to the bad part of town, blocks away. Tucked between the dive bars and night clubs was the door I was looking for. I was jonesing, badly, and I needed my fix.
Fortunately, Voodoo Doughnuts was open.
I consider myself something of a doughnut aficionado, but I have never been to a doughnut place where I thought, “Am I hip enough to buy doughnuts at this establishment?” Until tonight. But I did it anyway. Doughnuts were involved.
And they were wonderful; light and fluffly and not overpoweringly sweet. This is a doughnut store with soul. This is a doughnut store with in-store music events. This is a doughnut store that is open from 10pm to 10am. How cool is that? And when was the last time, when ordering a nut-and-chocolate frosted cake doughnut, you were asked, “Regular or vegan?”
(And, really, how many independent doughnut places are left? Krispy Kreme, of the massive expansion and financial shenanigans, is now making their doughnuts so drenched in glaze that I can barely eat them, which is saying something. Winchells? The less said the better.)
So, the next time you are in Portland, check it out. The dirt doughnuts were especially good.
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