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Sunday Night Food Thread (SNiFT) July 10, 2016

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'Tis yet another Sunday night, so what better time to talk about doughnuts? Oh, right, and whatever else is on your mind.

"Lemme get an Old Dirty Bastard, a Voodoo Doll, and a Captain, My Captain!"
"Lemme get an Old Dirty Bastard, a Voodoo Doll, and a Captain, My Captain!"
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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. Burnside St. (Portland's main drag) which, again, I am not making up.  Portlanders revel in it, even making it their slogan "Keep Portland Weird."

This weirdness even extends to their food items.  And for that reason, whenever I'm in Portland, or The PDX as it's called by people trying to be cool, I have to stop at a doughnut shop in Portland called Voodoo Doughnuts.  If you've never been to Voodoo Doughnuts (now with a location in Austin, I might add), you're really missing out.

While the shop itself isn't particularly large, at any time there's always a line out the door; and depending on when you get there (read also:  late at night), that line could take you a solid half an hour to get in the shop.

But when you do get in, the smell of fresh yeast doughnuts smacks you in the face like a ton of bricks, but in a good way.  The walls are covered with posters of bands, some local unknowns, some of famous performers like David Bowie, Johnny Cash, etc., a couple of pinball machines sit against one wall for patrons waiting for their order to be made fresh, a pair of spinning cases displaying the glorious doughnut awaiting your by now-drooling foodhole, and above the counter a black chalkboard listing the amusing, if sometimes crude, names of the doughnut varieties available to you.

You might be thinking "UT, bless your unnaturally enlarged heart, we already have a doughnut chain here, it's called Shipley's Donuts.  We don't need other doughnut makers in our lives."

Yes, you do.

I love Shipley's as much as anybody.  Whenever I'm in Houston, I make a point to get half a dozen doughnuts to munch on during the course of my stay.  But honestly, when was the last time Shipley's made anything close to resembling one of these bad boys?

This, ladies and gentlemen, is called a Memphis Mafia doughnut.  It's a fritter made with bananas and cinnamon covered with chocolate frosting, peanut butter, crushed peanuts, and chocolate chips.  This is one of the more normal-flavored doughnuts that Voodoo offers.

That was my breakfast this morning.  That I am somehow conscious and writing this post is a testament to my dedication to this blog and making y'all insanely jealous of my food adventures.

If you happen to be fortunate enough to be in Portland, Denver, Austin, or Eugene, Oregon (seriously, Voodoo...Seattle's 150 miles north, you can't put one up here?), here's a link to Voodoo Doughnuts.  Seriously, do yourselves a favor, go there, order donuts, consume.  You'll thank me when you do.

So...whatcha eatin'?  Also, remember the usual commenting guidelines apply here.  Pants are optional, culottes are encouraged, food pr0n is appreciated; after all, I showed you mine, it's bad form to not show us yours.