This was the tipping point that got us to move out of Portland. Trust me when I say that Portland is NOT a good place to live or visit.
I was just there. Didn’t spend much time in Portland itself, but on our last night there, I decided to take my son out for a nice dinner at a well-reviewed southern restaurant (yes, southern food, including sweet tra) called Screen Door. The food was very good, but that memory will pretty much be forever tarnished by the two flamboyantly gay men sitting at the bar who couldn’t keep their hands off of each other, as well as a female member of the wait staff with full facial hair trying to fit in as a man. Disgusting.