Whenever we visit my in-laws in Washougal, Washington (right on the Columbia River Gorge), I usually demand that we visit Voodoo Donuts and Powell’s Books in Portland, Oregon. It’s become a kind of annual pilgrimage. A weird homage to gratuitous amounts of sugar and more printed words than I could ever hope to consume in my lifetime.
For those of you who don’t know, Powell’s is known as “The Book City” and it really is that. This place is so large that they have kiosks in every room of every floor handing out maps to the multi-storied store. From new books to used books to extremely rare and out of print books, this store has it all. This is the place book lovers die and expect to wake up in, if they’ve been very very good.
So I am usually found stumbling through the halls of Powell’s in a blissful book lovers stupor. But despite all that, I don’t usually buy anything at Powell’s Books. In fact, I’m uncertain if I have EVER bought a single book from Powell’s. Instead, I spend hours browsing titles and books on my Amazon.com wish list, double checking the awesomeness of my upcoming purchase before ordering it online. This trip I was all up on the dairy goat, homestead, green and sustainable living books. So I spent the evening adding books to my wish list and then left the store with a phone full of potential purchases for half the price of the novelty book paradise. Hey, I’m a book lover. But I never said I was a CHEAP book lover, haha.
While mom browsed books and took photos of “want to haz” titles, Tessa and daddy played in the childrens toys section, which was conveniently located just one aisle over from the section I was trolling. By the time I wrapped up my shopping, half the toys in the plushie aisle were strewn all over the toddler section. (Don’t worry, we cleaned it all up before taking off.) But yeah, my child is a stuffed animal and board book junkie. Once I make her a coffee addict, she will indeed be my mini me, haha.
This year for our outing to Portland we headed out fairly late in the day, so we were treated to some of the nighttime lights in the city, still strung up with festive Christmas twinkle lights, including the giant Christmas tree in Pioneer Square. We mostly viewed the outdoor sights from the car because, umm, well, it was cold. Haha. Also, there were TONS of blackbirds circling the sky. So many that even the locals were stopping in the streets to just peer up and WATCH them. That’s never a good sign. To protect from the possibility from an impending repeat of “The Birds”, I thought it best to tour the city from the warmth of the car. Ya know, when not waiting in line for donuts.
There is always a HUGE line for Voodoo Donuts. I’m talking, a wrap around the building in the freezing cold for over half an hour line. This world famous donut joint is about 80% novelty and hype and 20% sheer sugary yumminess. I am a sucker for both of those things, so Voodoo Donuts is now in my blood. Especially their must-try maple bacon donut of awesome.
In addition to the maple bacon donut, we usually buy a Voodoo Dozen (I mean, you wait in line that long, you need to get SOMETHING out of it, amiright?) so we get a nice little sample of some of their unusual offerings. Each time we end up trying something new and then spending the week trying to finish the box. (To date, we never have.) Our Portland rampage was just last night and so far we are only three donuts down. SO. MUCH. SUGAR!
Anyhoo, that was pretty much the extent of our night in Portland. But c’mon… books and donuts, can it get any better? I think not.
Have you heard of Powell’s or Voodoo Donuts? Or, better question.. would YOU try the maple bacon donut if you got a chance? Hehe..
- The Daring Heart of David Livingstone: Exile, African Slavery, and the Publicity Stunt That Saved Millions
- My 2015 New Years Resolutions