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The Portland Donut Throwdown: Voodoo Doughnut vs Blue Star Donuts

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Voodoo Doughnuts and Blue Star Donuts: Both monsters in the Portland breakfast pastry scene, with diametrically opposed positions on just about everything, including how to spell the product they sell. My initial idea for this doughnut challenge was to buy an asston of doughnuts from both, bring them back to a secure location (also known as the hotel room) and compare them head to head, bite for bite. This plan failed for a number of different reasons. First and foremost, while I don’t doubt that a person exists who can eat bites of twenty different doughnuts and not feel horrifically, violently ill for the rest of the day, that person is not me. Second, while I may not always want to wear pants, I would like for them to continue to be an option.

Here’s the breakdown: Voodoo Doughnut specializes in raised yeast doughnuts with quirky toppings (think cereal), unusual shapes (think cock and balls), and punn-y names. They’re expensive, there’s almost always a line, and they’re cash only. They’ve got a huge variety of doughnuts on their menu, including a maple bacon doughnut in a bar style with entire strips of bacon on top.  You’re going to see a lot of people carrying their distinctive pink box throughout the streets of Portland. Blue Star Donuts specializes in brioche donuts featuring local, sustainable toppings and flavors, traditional shapes, and basic, descriptive names. They’re expensive (even a little moreso than Voodoo), there’s almost always a line, and they take cards. They’ve got a much smaller variety of doughnuts on their menu, including a maple bacon donut in a circle style with crumbled bacon on top. You’re going to see a lot of people carrying their distinctive white box throughout the streets of Portland.  

I went to Blue Star Donuts first because I’d never been there before, and I’ve been to Voodoo several times (I’ve even tried their voodoo wedding!). The shop was packed to the gills, but the line moved relatively quickly, and we bought and tried six different varieties: classic buttermilk, vanilla and cinnamon sugar, maple bacon, blueberry bourbon basil, key lime lemon curd, and a still-warm hard apple cider fritter. Holy shit. Holy shit holy shit holy shit. I want to say that it took more than one bite to determine that I didn’t need to go back to Voodoo to declare a victor, but that isn’t true. One bite of the blueberry bourbon basil was all it took, and the bites I took of each of the others only confirmed it. Blue Star Donuts sells the superior donut by a landslide. While both shops sell perfectly fluffy pastries, the natural flavors and gourmet pairings Blue Star uses makes all the difference. Granted, I still felt ill after eating bites of everything, but I regret nothing. Sorry, Voodoo. You and Kenny Rogers will always have a place in my heart, but Blue Star has claimed my waistline.

Owl-Teasing in Bush’s Pasture Park

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Bush’s Pasture Park in Salem, Oregon, has an owl problem. Namely, an owl that likes to swoop down on unsuspecting people and scare the bejesus out of them while stealing their hats. “Owlcapone” has struck at least four park visitors, and Rachel Maddow suggested that the only way to get visitors to take the owl warning seriously is to place yellow “raptor attack” signs throughout the park. The city of Salem agreed and there are now at least twenty signs posted to warn visitors that an owl could be lurking anywhere up in the trees above, waiting to strike. People probably do take it more seriously now. Just not me.

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“I’m pretty sure they offer barrel rides from the top.” Multnomah Falls, Oregon

After visiting the Vista House and learning about wind and bathrooms, we drove the short distance to Multnomah Falls, where we learned about waterfalls, poison ivy, and jerks. The lessons about jerks came quickly, as we waited patiently for someone to finish fiddling around with their seatbelts and hats and GPS and radio and waistbands and wallets and finally leave their parking spot, only to have a man pull out of the queue behind us, drive his van up in front of us, and try to take the spot. Someone jumped out, explaining “We’ll take this spot, and you can take another one back there.” Uh, no. That’s not how parking and lines work, but thanks for playing! Maybe if you’d offered us money for the spot, we’d be more inclined to go to the trouble of turning around and trying to take a different place, but as it was, the lot was jammed full and the idea of circling around for an hour looking for another spot just for the sake of giving up our spot to an overly assertive person didn’t tickle our honor bones. We ended up taking the parking spot, and the man and his van sat in the wrong lane, blocking traffic, for quite some time, shaking his head in disbelief that his stellar plan didn’t work out as anticipated.

The falls themselves were gorgeous and awe-inspiring, and we hiked to the bridge to get a closer look. A trail is available to hike to the top of the falls, but none of us made it up there. The trail itself is uneven and narrow, one side being a rather steep drop-off, and the other side choked with poison oak. Everyone and their brother had decided to visit the falls that day, and they all brought small children and dogs, the better with which to obliviously block the entirety of the trail to force you off either into the poison oak or teetering on the edge. It simply wasn’t worth attempting to hike the entire thing, as I didn’t want to travel home with a terrible rash or in a body bag. I’d definitely like to visit again, but only on a low-traffic day, lest I learn more about jerks and less about waterfalls.

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