'Tis yet another Sunday night, so what better time to talk about doughnuts? Oh, right, and whatever else is on your mind.
Portland is weird. Almost exceedingly weird. And Portlanders are not just okay with that, they kind of wear their weirdness on their non-sleeves. You see it in the people on the street, like a guy wearing a full suit, jet-black dyed hair, a pierced nose and holes in their earlobes (which I saw this weekend, I might add), or where someone is walking their potbelly pig that's wearing a little pig-sized sweater on the sidewalk down E.