So last night we're watching Man Vs. Food and he's eating this 14" diameter doughnut. Karl disappears into his office for a few minutes, I hear some tying and some clicking, and then he comes out and says, "let's go to Voodoo Donuts". So at 9:15pm on a Saturday night we set off to get some sweet treats.
Little did we know that a million blocks of Portland were blocked off due to whatever it was that was going on, so we couldn't get anywhere near 3rd street where our doughnuts were, and at this point we'd been thinking about them for a good 30 minutes so we had to get there somehow, but after fighting traffic for another 30 minutes trying to find a way around the blockade, and getting flipped off by an oblivious guy more interested in texting than driving, we decided to just head home.
But Wait! Voodoo Donuts has a second location!
So, per the demanding voice in our GPS, we got off the freeway and found our way to VD II, only to go inside and see a note on the display case that said "cash only". Lovely.
At this point I'm ready to just call it a night but Karl isn't ready to give up the doughnut dream just yet so we look around for an ATM, and not seeing one in the store or around the building, we drove off to find one a few blocks away. After retreiving some green, we went back to VD II and tried to decide what to order. Some of the names don't really describe what they are, and the display case didn't have any of them labeled, so I asked for ones off the board that sounded interesting, only to pick three that were not available, so the gal -- in a sleeveless top with hairy armpits -- points to the case and says "these are the kinds we have available". I say something like "that's nice but we've never been here before so I don't know them by name yet" and then, since I'm too tired to deal with it I settle for the thing I do recognize and like, a maple bar.
It was a good maple bar, but just like any other good maple bar, so I wasn't hugely impressed. I could have walked to the grocery store next door to us and had the same thing. And to top it off, there on the register, is a small little sign that says "yes, we do have an ATM". Lovely.
So we arrive home two hours after leaving, our doughnut craving satisfied, but I'm not sure it was worth it. Although now we have a doughnut adventure to fondly recall, and that's what memories are made of, so maybe it was worth it.
Little did we know that a million blocks of Portland were blocked off due to whatever it was that was going on, so we couldn't get anywhere near 3rd street where our doughnuts were, and at this point we'd been thinking about them for a good 30 minutes so we had to get there somehow, but after fighting traffic for another 30 minutes trying to find a way around the blockade, and getting flipped off by an oblivious guy more interested in texting than driving, we decided to just head home.
But Wait! Voodoo Donuts has a second location!
So, per the demanding voice in our GPS, we got off the freeway and found our way to VD II, only to go inside and see a note on the display case that said "cash only". Lovely.
At this point I'm ready to just call it a night but Karl isn't ready to give up the doughnut dream just yet so we look around for an ATM, and not seeing one in the store or around the building, we drove off to find one a few blocks away. After retreiving some green, we went back to VD II and tried to decide what to order. Some of the names don't really describe what they are, and the display case didn't have any of them labeled, so I asked for ones off the board that sounded interesting, only to pick three that were not available, so the gal -- in a sleeveless top with hairy armpits -- points to the case and says "these are the kinds we have available". I say something like "that's nice but we've never been here before so I don't know them by name yet" and then, since I'm too tired to deal with it I settle for the thing I do recognize and like, a maple bar.
It was a good maple bar, but just like any other good maple bar, so I wasn't hugely impressed. I could have walked to the grocery store next door to us and had the same thing. And to top it off, there on the register, is a small little sign that says "yes, we do have an ATM". Lovely.
So we arrive home two hours after leaving, our doughnut craving satisfied, but I'm not sure it was worth it. Although now we have a doughnut adventure to fondly recall, and that's what memories are made of, so maybe it was worth it.
