PORTLAND: PART TWO

VOODOO DOUGHNUT
22 SW 3rd Avenue, Portland, OR
http://www.voodoodoughnut.com
Voodoo Doughnut came recommended by stacks of people. Open 24 hours, with vegan options and a slogan like “The Magic is in the Hole”, how on earth could you resist?!




I left Marika to queue up and order, and surprise surprise - she came out with a DICK shaped doughnut! I reluctantly broke some off to eat. The balls were crème-filled, and i'll never forget the look on poor Marika's face when she dropped one of them on the footpath. Truly devastating...



INDIAN TRUCK – “INDIA CHAAT HOUSE”
804 SW 12th Avenue, Portland, OR
We’d walked past many a food truck in Portland, but given at home these things are more commonplace (and crumby) at showgrounds and festivals, we had disregarded them as somewhere to eat. My mate Pete (Yellow Swans) enlightened us however, and before taking us on a walking tour of the Pearl District, he kindly shouted us lunch at one of his favourites - the Indian Truck!








THE EGYPTIAN ROOM
3701 SE Division Street, Portland, OR
http://www.eroompdx.com/
I must make an honorable mention of our Ace Hotel host, who took us out to some bars in SE Portland on our final night. Sadly, it was midweek and there wasn't a great deal going on. But after a few drinks at Holocene, we head to The Egyptian Room, which was warned to be a total dive and said to be the only Lesbian Bar in Portland (something i find hard to believe, since Portland's such a notoriously homo city!).
I was thrilled to have my beer served in a Souvenir PBR Mug that came with cheap refills. Pabst Blue Ribbon (PBR) is the equivalent of VB, i guess, in that it's rather cheap'n'nasty.
There's something a bit wrong about this, but i've since been having soyshakes in my souvenir glass at home:



Wednesday at the "E-Room" was Karaoke Night, and our Ace new friend did an amazing rendition of Rod Stewart's "Da Ya Think I’m Sexy?":



Aside from my companions, my fave karaoke-ers were the girl who looked as though she’d come straight from the hospital in her blue scrubs, and the excitable girl in a wheelchair. My not-so-favourite karaoke-er was the lady who got up after her and sung Denis Leary’s “Asshole”… I winced knowing the line “handicapped people make handicapped faces” was coming…

Just to keep this in Food Blog territory.... here's our host taking a bite out of her sweaty, Acca Dacca loving friend:



Thanks for taking us out, Liz. Little did you know, that after you kindly dropped us at our door, we only pretended to go inside... before running across the road to the Roxy!

THE ROXY
1121 SW Stark Street, Portland, OR

This was our first diner breakfast at a very unbreakfastly hour. How good is eating breakfast late at night?! We definitely need a good Roxy equivalent in Melbourne, cos i'm tired of potato cakes and souvlaki's as drunken snacks in the CBD.



I had Eggs & Hash Browns, and it looks like Marika had Pancakes & Bacon. Marika also had a spew, but not before putting a stack of awesome tunes on the jukebox.