Starting with the nonresponsive baggage claim at PDX, I already began to notice an Oregon trend: These people like to take their time. However, I don’t think I can entirely blame them—people are just more mellow and laid-back here.
The Portland Night Scene
We spent our first full night in the Hawthorne Neighborhood across the Willamette River. We cruised along S.E. Hawthorne Street and stopped around 33rd Avenue, a hip area that included boutiques, cafes, and trendy restaurants. However, after inspecting the restaurants’ menus, we saw that the food was a bit out of our budget. Perhaps we’ll try this indie neighborhood a different night.
Our next option lay at the corner of S.E. Hawthorne and 12th Avenue. Inconspicuously located in a vacant lot, several food carts were stationed while people mingled and ate on wooden picnic tables.
My dad stood in line at Q, the finger- licking good barbecue stand, while my mom ordered shrimp jambalaya from Bubba Bernie’s.
Once our food was ordered, all that was left to do was wait. And I mean wait…for at least thirty-five minutes. I tried to keep in mind that each stand was run by two people tops, but it was hard to feel empathetic when I was hungry. The whole gist of the place was strictly Oregon, so go figure.
On a sweeter note, we ended our
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