The story of how we moved to Portland is one fraught with danger, madness and true love. Also, possibly alcohol. All I knew is that we had to get the hell out of Texas. Sorry Austin, you're great and all, but I'm not living in the middle of a sauna. So we had to choose. Go east to NYC or Boston? Too expensive. Go west to San Francisco? Also too expensive. Middle America was a big HELL NO. Florida was out as being, well, Florida. So that pretty much just left the Pacific Northwest. We picked Portland because it seemed a little quirkier than Seattle. Really, it was process of elimination. And I say we chose...wisely.
Things I Love About Portland:
1. The food. It's not for nothing that Portland is a food city to rival NYC. The sheer amount of crazy rockstar chefs and foodies in this town is mind-blowing.
Russell St. BBQ
Not to mention the foodcartapalooza that has taken over the city...
|Fried pie at 2am? Yes please!|
|I can't see my house from here...|
3. Things like this...
|Just another day downtown...|
|The sweetest thing ever.|
|Another reason to love PDX!|
Now stop fucking RAINING!!!!