Portland is a lot like that cool uncle of yours, the one with the tattoo and the longish hair who used to show up at family functions with stories flushed with innuendos about hot girls and smoking pot, which only sounded mysterious and cool as a seven year old. Also, he bought you Mario Bros…
“You know that restaurant that was in that Portlandia clip? We went. It’s pretty good.” My friend’s rec had a touch of blasé to its tone, but it was good enough to pique my interest. With two hours to kill and a belly full of Voodoo Doughnuts and iced coffee, I had nothing left to…
In typical Portland anti-establishment fashion, the Bunk Sandwiches website says: “We didn’t think it was very nice to brag about how incredibly awesome our sandwiches are.” OK, fine. I’ll do it. Bunk Sandwiches made the best vegetarian sammy I’ve ever eaten. Ever.
Coffee and doughnuts. The Northeast does Dunkin. The South does Krispy Kreme. Canada does Tim Horton’s. And Portland? Well, Portland doesn’t do chains. Unless of course they are locally owned, organically grown, artisanally focused and, of course, quirky to the fullest.
