On a recent visit to Portland, Oregon, these are the things the city said to me:
Passionately long for scones. Through pure serendipity, end up at a place (Zell’s) that just happens to bring two (two!) fresh scones to each diner. Rejoice in asking and receiving.
Have a bloody Mary with breakfast. Go ahead. Day drinking is good for the soul–especially if there are pickled vegetables involved.
Cupcakes are canonized in a living hagiography of all that is twee. Don’t fight it.
There is tangible, vital benevolence that flows through everyday life. Case in point: “Tapioca float with elderflower ice milk and huckleberry puree, pink peppercorn cinnamon, rose cardamom.”
“Air-baked not fries.” Portland Dick’s ≠ Seattle Dick’s.
Artisan slingshots: Everything you’ve heard about this town is true.