While I do have an incurable sweet tooth, I’ve never been the kind of person inclined to want a sugary breakfast; I’ll take a savory omelet over waffles and syrup any day of the week. That said, there was no way I was going to go to Portland and not make a stop at Voodoo Doughnut. I had read and heard so much about the crazy flavor combinations (Nyquil and Pepto Bismol, for example) that I had told Keith that I didn’t care when we dropped by Voodoo as long as we made sure to make a stop. I shouldn’t have worried; the teensy hole-in-the-wall of a shop is open twenty-four hours, or at least until the doughnuts are sold out.
While Voodoo has an ever-changing menu, ordering is simple. Framed photographs of each doughnut are hung on a wall, along with a description. If that doughnut is in the spinning glass case, then you’re in luck. Otherwise, it’s smart to have a few back-ups ready. I really wanted the Butter Fingering, with its chocolate base, vanilla glaze and crushed bits of Butterfinger; since it wasn’t rotating in the case, I went with my first runner-up: the Triple Chocolate Penetration, a chocolate doughnut painted in chocolate glaze, then covered with Cocoa Puffs. Surprisingly, it wasn’t inedibly sweet, which is what you would expect. Instead, it was perfectly sweet. One doughnut, though, was certainly more than enough.
If a little dinginess, a bit of grit and a large dose of funk prevent you from enjoying your food, then Voodoo is not for you. The Third Avenue location — the original, though a second Voodoo was opened earlier this year on Davis — is situated next to a theater that, at the time, was advertising a hentai film festival. It was kind of appropriate, as Voodoo also makes a triple-cream doughnut called the Cock-n-Balls that’s a favorite of Portland bachelorette parties. A lot, if not most, of the sweets here are definitely not for those without a sense of humor.
22 SW Third Avenue
Portland, Oregon 97204