When I told Leah I was going to Portland, she suggested Voodoo Dooughnut as a must-see destination. So, once the sun came out I went in search of Leah’s mecca.

Ironically, since I’ve recently been traveling in India, the public transportation system here in Portland was a bit baffling. One of the trolley lines is under construction, so you had to take a bus to the next working trolley stop, take the trolley to the metro line, and then the metro line to a stop near my destination. Later I realized that I could’ve just walked from my hotel and it would’ve taken about 20 minutes.

How do you know when you’ve arrived at Voodoo Doughnut? Look for the line!

The menu inside is a bit baffling. When you order a “Blood filled Voodoo Doughnut” what on earth are you going to get? (answer later … discuss amongst yourselves)

There is also a showcase of all manner of bizarre dooughnuts:

Including the maple bar with bacon?

And, because I don’t want you to be in suspense for too long, here’s the Blood filled Voodoo Doughnut. It is raspberry-filled, and there’s a pretzel stake driven through it’s heart.

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