The Pink Box

On our way back to the Ace Hotel, we drove the streets of downtown Portland with the pink box in hand. People called out asking for a donut. The way people responded to the box, I felt the need to stay close to Vitaliy in order to protect our prized possession from any thievery. We laughed about how famous VooDoo Donuts were, but when I bit into the maple bacon, I understood immediately. And if I’m being honest, I’ve been craving it ever since.

There is something special about getting donuts. I think that’s why moms and dads across America treat their kiddos to a little doughy goodness on Saturday mornings. It’s a perfect way to start the weekend. But likewise, I think there is something special about staying up late with the one you love to bite into your favorite fried dough covered in sugar. It just makes life sweet! And your love even sweeter!

Date idea: Stay up late and find a local donut shop that’s open 24 hours.

Eating donuts while the sun rises isn’t a bad idea either!

"Keep Portland Weird" signVoodoo Doughnuts pink box. The magic is in the hole.Box full of Voodoo Doughnuts