In Which We Become Hipsters For A Day

Back in April, we only had one day to spend in Portland, Oregon — but we were going to do it in finest hipster style. Here is a photo blog of our efforts to be hip in Portlandia.

We got started fresh off the plane.

“No smoking? But my American Spirits are all-natural!”

We didn’t just enjoy our brunch.

“Instagram, or it didn’t happen.”

And of course, my milkshake had Branca Menta in it.

And then we had hurry back to the hotel to recharge our phones. Because after all…

“If you’re not Yelping, it’s like you don’t even exist.”

On the way back out, I performed a hipster magic trick.

I turned this card table…

…into an artisan coffee display! (“I would have turned it into a Chemex,” Fox sneered.)

We did take a break to visit the famed Voodoo Doughnut. It was really good, but…

“This Cock-N-Balls* is delicious in suuuuuuch a mainstream way.”

We had to re-up our hipster credentials by going to Powell’s Bookstore and reading like hipsters read.

“I read everything Chomsky writes. You wouldn’t get it.”

Barely 24 hours after we’d arrived, it was time to depart for home. But we had one last hipster trick up our sleeves.

“Bottomless bellinis?! Oh, bother.”

The funny thing is, in the course of doing a daylong hipster impression, it turns out that a) I love Branca Menta milkshakes, b) Powell’s is an awesome place to hang out, and c) bottomless Bellinis actually pretty much rule the universe. And of course, we’re rabid Yelpers as well. So…were we normals doing a day-long hipster impression, or hipsters in years-long denial? Maybe you should try some of this stuff out next time you visit Portland and let us know.

* Note: the Cock-N-Balls is indeed the official name of that doughnut.