The Magic Is In The Hole

Surrounded by clubs and hotels, Voodoo has paved a road beyond supermarket pastry and sad little Hostess products to become an institution that personifies the independent spirit of Portland.  A favorite among drunkards jonesing for the perfect late night snack, the Voodoo menu includes the Mango Tango (mango filling, Tang sprinkled on top), the Bacon Maple Bar (topped with two strips of crispy bacon), the Maple Blazer Blunt (the Portland Trailblazers have been known to spark a splif or two), the Cock & Balls (of course, cream filled) and the Old Dirty Bastard (sorry, no plans for a Big Baby Jesus doughnut).


Unfortunately, two Voodoo favorites are no longer on the menu.  Cat Daddy explains “We had the Nyquil doughnut and the Pepto-Bismol doughnut. We got a letter from the feds saying ‘you aren’t allowed to put medicine in food, you must cease and desist.’” 

Voodoo isn’t just a doughnut shop, but an attraction.  The people-watching is prime; the shop packs to the gills as a variety of Portlandians trek through.  Everyone from homeless vegan punkers to middle aged ladies out for a night on the town are stunned like deer caught in the headlights in front of the glowing glass case full of sugary fried oddities. 

Always the proponent of doughnut revolution, Voodoo is currently working on the most expensive and bling-tastic doughnut in history!  “It’s the $100,000 doughnut, diamond encrusted.  We have a jeweler lined up; we are going to make the doughnut and we intend to sell it under lock and key.”  Looking off into the distance, Cat Daddy muses “that’s my dream doughnut right there.”