So 54,000 people told us to go to Voodoo Donuts while we were in Portland, and we had time, and who doesn’t have time for a donut anyway? As we drove by the place we thought we might not, actually, because the line stretched down the block. On a Monday afternoon. Weird. We decided to go for it.

After perusing the menu from their website, I had decided on the Memphis Mafia, described as “Fried dough with banana chunks and cinnamon sugar covered in a glaze with chocolate frosting, peanut butter, peanuts and chocolate chips on top!” Sometimes you make simultaneously poor and excellent choices when traveling. I was not prepared for the size of the thing when it was handed to me, however. It took me 2 days to eat it.

I enjoyed everything about the place…their quirky marketing, their bright pink boxes (also marketing), their menu specificity (donuts…not scones, not muffins, not danishes…donuts). If I had a 4th life with a little coffee shop I’d shoot for the same…but probably with scones. Memphis Mafia scone anyone?