Voodoo

Today was pilgimage day: Voodoo Doughnuts and Powell's City of Books. 

But first, Voodoo. 

Portland prides itself on being laid back. I think that they smoke a lot, and a variety, and have a thriving adult entertainment industry. It doesn't even seem to be confined to one part of town. 

I told Keagan that he's a gentleman, so he needed to stand under this sign. 

We passed this:

Adjacent to this:

Several blocks later, we arrived here:

But look at this line!

It was a lovely neighborhood, as promised on TripAdvisor. 

Hey, look!  A Powell's bag!

Bonus!  Hipster in the picture!

A very nice man said that if we just walked across the bridge there would be another Voodoo with no lines!

Sure. That's shorter than the line. 

We walked across a bridge where a man with a cute dog saw Keagan's Batman shirt. He started air drumming and singing the nanananana theme song. Keagan was pretty weirded out. 

What kind of ice cream social is this?

Eventually we reached Voodoo, Too. 

Yay!  No line!

Thankfully we had cash. So we looked at our options. 

We ordered a dozen. 

I first asked for a couple of the...um...key-shaped doughnuts. 

They're filled with Bavarian creme. 

The vegan version is much smaller. 

We rounded out our order.

There's a voodoo!

I made a simple choice.

Did you notice that bench in the background is shaped like a coffin?

Keagan enjoyed his choice:

Maple bacon. 

We loaded 'em up and moved 'em out.