Voodoo Doughnut had lots of character, and the food was good, but pretty overrated.
Hippos with togas and tiaras on fake greek columns. Sure, why not? That’s how you market your antique store.
I wish I had put a bit more thought into this one, lining up the corners with that diagonal bar, but it is what it is.
The missing light fixtures inspire lots of confidence and say “come get your loan here” loud and clear.
We briefly talked to the owner of this bookshop. Turns out he used to live in SF, just a block away from Hannah’s.
The density of antique and used furniture stores in Portland was kind of crazy. It seemed like there was one or two in every commercial block.
We wanted to go to the Rose Garden, but since the flowers don’t bloom until early June, went to Hoyt Arboretum instead.
Powell’s is insane. A whole block worth of books, on several floors, and pretty much any topic imaginable. I couldn’t have gotten Hannah to leave if we hadn’t had dinner reservations.
Dinner was at Kachka. It was probably one of the best meals either of us had had in a long time. They encourage you to get a flight of vodka to sip with your meal. If you ever go, get the clay pot rabbit, you won’t regret it.
We did some post-dinner bar hopping. This night of low light photo convinced me that I really do want to buy a full frame DSLR. Hopefully I’ll have some news on that soon.
Strangely, it seemed like a lot more people smoke cigarettes in Portland than in any other city I’ve been to in the US. Most bars, like this one, had an open area where people would gather to smoke.
On our last day there, we had planned a trip to Multnomah Falls, but we had a rental car malfunction. We ended up just walking through a random neighborhood instead, grabbing ice cream at Fifty Licks, and having Thai food at Pok Pok. Glass half-full.