It’s a city that prides itself on being weird.
And it’s weird.
Coffee shops are staffed with overqualified academics. Pedestrians don’t feel compelled to follow traffic signals. Bacon is a food group. People drink chocolate. And they hike in the rain.
It’s one of the few places I didn’t get strange looks when I walked into a restaurant wearing tights, Skechers, a wool sweater and a knit cap complete with pom-pom.
The population of about 583,000 in Portland — 2.3 million in the metro area — don’t seem to care about trivial stuff like that.
And that only upped its Cool Factor.
The last time I had visited Portlandia was back in college — and I haven’t been back since. Two of my girlfriends are here — one returned home we left graduate school; the other moved up for a job last year, got married and had a baby — so I had a reason to return.
I hooked up with an old classmate from Northwestern University for two days and the other for my final day in the PDX.
Here’s what I did on my first two days in the City of Roses:
Heading to Portland
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