You’ve no doubt seen the ubiquitous pink boxes being carefully shepherded through the Portland airport by tourists, giddy to bring home a taste of “quirky” Portlandia. You may have also seen the long lines of customers snaking around the block on 3rd Ave in Old Town, waiting for their turn in this iconic establishment. It is, of course, Voodoo Doughnut that I speak of. Long have I railed against this Portland institution and pleaded with visiting friends not to waste their time there. I’ve maintained for years they’re widely overrated and—dare I say it?—just not very good. And now, my friends, vindication is mine.