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In a town where Walmart is more taboo than strip clubs, it was only a matter of time before the Bikini Barista business model affected the medicinal marijuana world. We're seeing several spots employ themes to get patients in the door, but existing health codes, and perhaps some degree of stoner ethics, keep budtenders in actual clothing. Cannababes (4730 N Lombard St., instagram.com/cannababes_pdx) is finding giggly wiggle room where it can, sharing Instagram moments of playful spanks in short skirts and nearly transparent leggings.
The shop seems to have cut a few corners, keeping signage on computer paper in Sharpie. Not to mention the glaring spelling error on the "Restricted Access: Personel Only" sign.
The employees were friendly and made me feel welcome, but they were inexperienced with many products—including one of the strains they'd suggested I try. Surprisingly enough, dispensary employees are not required to be OMMP cardholders, but at this point in the game that isn't an excuse for lack of flower knowledge.
It's one thing if you haven't quite mastered the intricacies of non-winterized carbon dioxide extract, but no strain inquiry should elicit a blank stare these days. However, renowned vendors such as Mad Farmaceuticals and Doobie Farms reassured me of their medicinal quality, and the eighth of Mango I selected from the premium flower has proven a flavorful and pleasant smoke.
In
another moment of professionalism, the test results can be found in
binders at the front for patients' perusal. Less fortunately, a tip jar
reading "Tip if you think we're sexy" can be found next to a fuller tip
jar reading, "Tip if you think you're sexy." These glaring reminders of
the marketing angle at Cannababes leaves one either ashamed or
empowered, which should be a familiar sensation for the majority of
cardholders with questionable medical reason.
WWeek 2015