There’s a new business in Portland’s Real Chinatown—marijuana.
Sunny Chan has a lot of history at Yummy
Garden, the Brooklyn neighborhood restaurant he used to own, and at
another restaurant he owned, Chinese Garden in Gresham.
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It’s a new morning for pot in Portland. We clear the haze.
Our brains are wired for weed.
It’s true. There are
proteins called cannabinoid receptors just sitting up there, waiting to
be activated. Whenever you toke up, those molecules come alive. You
The city poured $96 million into reviving Lents. Where’s the rebirth of this East Portland neighborhood?
In the past few months, Mayor Charlie Hales has talked
about changing the way the city of Portland tries to bring struggling,
rundown neighborhoods back to life.
He calls it “place-making.”
“TALKING SHIT ABOUT HALL & OATES WILL RESULT IN IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION.”
sign hanging next to the employee schedule at Voodoo Doughnut is
probably a joke, but I’m not quite
How the redemption story of troubled baker Dave Dahl began to crumble.
For years, a 6-foot cardboard cutout of
Dave Dahl greeted customers at Dave’s Killer Breadquarters in Milwaukie.
In the photograph, a grinning Dahl—with his baker’s smock, ponytail and
Five Portlanders with innovative theories about space, wolves, beaches, slavery and the Titanic.
Great ideas start as crazy ideas.
Put away the
tinfoil—we’re not talking about chemtrails or the Illuminati. Rather,
we’re remembering how once-revolutionary theories about the benefits of
I didn’t know how much a news story could change my life. Until I read these.
Made you look.
We live in the golden
age of clickbait—the manipulative Web headline that tempts readers with
the promise of seeing something outrageous, inspirational or adorable.
The Blazers broke our hearts. Are we ready to get back with the NBA’s hottest team?
Maybe it was when Kobe’s alley-oop to
Shaq sealed Game 7 of the 2000 Western Conference Finals. Maybe it was
when Greg Oden’s knee exploded for the third time or when Brandon Roy
How the nuclear plant no one knows about is wasting your money.
At lunch, you can often find Robert McCullough in the
Heathman Hotel dining room. From the moment he sits down, waiters know
to ferry him one latte after another as McCullough, one of the nation��
Portland runs on a steady drip of high-grade coffee.
We write to you bleary-eyed and shaky.
In recent weeks, we
imbibed countless cups of caffeinated brew—at cafes early in the
morning, at the office all day, and in espresso martinis late at nig