Last week, the Mister and I went to Portland and of course we stopped by Voodoo Donuts once or twice three or four times! 
The first time was just for a little midnight snack since the donut shop is open 24 hours and it was located just a hop, skip, and a jump around the corner from our hotel. 
We were a bit boring the first time and just got our favorites: a sprinkled cake donut and an apple fritter for me and a chocolate bar and a chocolate cream donut for the Mister. We took our little pink box back to the hotel and had a little taste test with some wine. It was a pretty good midnight snack! 
But then the next day, we decided we needed to be more adventurous and try some of the crazier flavors! So we grabbed a Flyer Fryer box. Basically, it’s a dozen donuts that they have on a flyer next to the cashier which is about 90% accurate since the flyer advertises 13 donuts and you only get 12. Yeah, someone needs to update that shit!
What was in the box: Portland Cream (not shown because the Mister ate it), Captain My Captain, Maple Blazer Blunt, Triple Chocolate Penetration, Dirt, Maple Bacon Bar, Grape Ape, Neopolitan, Marshal Mathers (haha, the M&Ms!), Old Dirty Bastard, McMinnville Cream, and a Voodoo Doll.
Anyhow, back to the important stuff: the donuts were awesome! 
I know they aren’t considered THE BEST donuts in town because they aren’t the “gourmet” donuts of Blue Star or the tiny donut holes of Donut Byte Labs or Pip’s Doughnuts, but they are damn good fried donuts! Basically, the donut you would expect from any strip mall in Los Angeles which is exactly how I like my donuts. 
The Line: We never had to stand in much of a line, but I did see the line on Saturday morning and I would avoid it if I were you! I mean, they have bright pink line rails outside for a reason and you don’t want to stand in them! 
CASH ONLY! Yes, there is an ATM inside, but save your $3 fee and remember to stop at a bank ATM on the way. 
One last thing: I never want to tell someone NOT to do something, but I will say that I would not walk to Voodoo Donuts alone at night. Actually, I wouldn’t walk around much of Portland alone at night. The homeless population has grown epidemically and most homeless are mentally ill and for some reason my “aura” just attracts the crazies to yell at me and throw shoes. True story. 