I think it’s a law that when you visit Portland you have to go to Voodoo Donuts. Here is the a photo of the front of the line.
Here is the middle of the line.
And finially, the end of the line.
(For fun, count how many skinny people are in line. It’s easier than counting the other ones.)
(PS- Even though I am not in this line I am one of the other ones.)
So we ate at Voodoo Donuts II on the other side of the river. No line whatsoever.
Deciding on which tasty whor-ish donut to eat was hard.
I know Satan is involved somehow.
Here is what we got. I got a tasty cream fill thingy and my Daughter chose the Captain, My Captain donut.
I would like to thank Renate and Emma for their Voodoo Donut recommendation, including the tip on avoiding the lines at the original Voodoo and partaking in the evil at Voodoo Donuts II.






























