Pairing this week’s Pedalpalooza rides with Portland Beer Week events.
THURSDAY JUNE 5
DRINK: It’s going to be a long week
of beards, bikes and beer at both Pedalpalooza and Beer Week. Start
slow, clean and crisp with Masters of Lager at Imperial Bottle Shop
Pre-funcing the Cheers to Belgian Beers Festival with other delights from the land of tripels and mussels.
Welkom! Bienvenu! Willkommen! Allow us to greet you in several of the many tongues of Belgium on the eve of Portland’s annual Cheers to Belgian Beers Festival.
Portland has many beer festivals, bu
With Maya Rudolph’s Prince tribute act coming to town, Portland’s veteran Purple Rain Man offers the SNL alum some advice.
Everyone wants to be Prince. But some are better at it than others—even Prince isn’t that great at being Prince anymore.
Maya Rudolph is the latest to try stepping into those formidable platforms
Kewaunee Lapseritis, presenter at this weekend’s McMenamins UFO Festival, explains the connection between bigfeet and flying saucers.
WW: Can you tell me about your first encounter with Sasquatch and the Star People?
Kewaunee Lapseritis: Back in
September of 1979, I was on Native American property. I had an
encounter; a Sasquat
Eight chilling tales to share as genre authors descend on Portland for the World Horror Convention.
It’s a rainy night. You’re trying to turn left off Burnside and find that you cannot. You’re
forced to ascend into the West Hills, where you’re finally able to turn
around, in the driveway
Normcore Made Portland the Center of the Fashion Universe.
Not so long ago, Portland was a J.C. Penney in the grand
plaza of high fashion, a place where mustachioed lumberjacks and yoga
moms were the most stylish people in town. The city’s tiny cabal of
Which Portland bar...
View SurveyGO: If you’re looking for trivia at bars instead of bar trivia, we recommend the following nights: Shanrock (rotating theme nights), EastBurn, 1800 E Burnside St.,
As Portland’s living room celebrates 30 years, an underemployed writer tests its livability.
Melting into the thick cushion of my light-blue butterfly chair, I pick up a copy of The New Yorker
from my mahogany TV tray. The dense, dry articles are a welcome
companion on this lazy afternoon