Did some tootlin' around with Clementine yesterday, and we hit a couple of Portland institutions that happen to be just a few blocks from each other, on East Burnside. First off, a place we hadn't been in years, not since we were scouting out some fixtures for our current house. It's Hippo Hardware:
(Did you know hippos moo? At least, so says Clementine, and I can't with authority refute it.)
Hippo sells all sorts of new and salvaged house stuff. Portland is a treasure trove for vintage salvage, by the way. There are a number of places, including the non-profit Rebuilding Center, where people can bring their old sinks and balusters and door knobs and stuff when they're renovating or tearing down an old house. It was door knobs I was looking for -- cool old ones -- and Hippo had them by the bucketful.
Isn't this a byoot?
Lots of glass, so pretty.
And every shape of plate you can imagine. Love these.
But ooh, these Victorian pretties! Aren't they fabulous beyond fabulous?
I want to make something with them. I don't know what. Just something.
I'm thinking of these blue glass pulls for the kitchen cabinets.
It's three stories of cool and weird, vintage and antique, and sometimes just junk.
Tons of lighting.
Like this $3000 bad boy. Crystals the size of golf balls.
I never thought too much about chandeliers before, but buying an old house (1885) with high ceilings (11 feet) does weird things to a girl. However, for the near future at least, there will be IKEA place-holders for future chandeliers. Because youch! Chandeliers don't grow on trees, mama. But wouldn't it be pretty if they did?
These kinda look like pastries, no?
It's also where sad old hippo paraphernalia goes to retire. If you have any old hippo figurines or stuffed animals you're looking to offload, here's your place. (Moo!)
Oh, and have I mentioned, Clementine is discovering the power of words?
East Burnside around here used to be dumpy with car dealerships and general not-cuteness, but it's come a long way. There's a climbing gym, one of the city's best alt live music venues (The Doug Fir), and some other cool stuff, like this building, where the sliding blinds were each painted by a different artist. There's a wine bar upstairs called Noble Rot. Good.
I hear tell Le Pigeon is one of the best new(ish) restaurants in Portland, and that's saying a lot.
Funky retail space. Great names, no? Haunt, I didn't even notice what they sell.
And, up a few blocks on Sandy Blvd, the notorious, the glorious . . .
Voodoo Donuts. A dream of pinkness. A place of pilgrimage to all who come to Portland.
I'm not sure what's going on here, but involves the giving away of buckets of donuts.
Day-olds maybe? Buckets of dontus.
Their motto is "The magic is in the hole." heh heh.
Oh, and they do weddings at the other (original) location. Like, right on sight. When Stephanie Perkins and her cool hub Jarrod (who is in a Harry Potter rock band!) were coming to visit, the four of us thought we might do a vow renewal there, but they haven't gotten here yet. Hopefully soon!
You hear a lot about the Voodoo maple-bacon bar, and geez, the apple fritters are seriously as big as your head, and they do have a gigantic ginormous glazed, and much ranting is done over the Old Dirty Bastard, but our favorite is the Mango Tango, which is sprinkled with Tang. Tang! Who knew they still made Tang?!
Just don't get eaten by the parking lot monster on your way out! Aaaaahhh!!!!