In search of Portland beyond Portlandia
Escaping (for now) the hipster lifestyle in the St. Johns neighborhood
The Washington Post
If you go
Where to stay
T ierra Soul Urban Farm and Guesthouse
4614 N. Michigan Ave.
A few miles from St. Johns in North Portland’s hip Mississippi Avenue historic district, this family-run guesthouse comes complete with backyard chickens and a library stacked with local zines. You can even opt to sleep in the silver 1969 caravan. Rooms from $105.
1022 SW Stark St.
In the heart of downtown, with pint-size hotel rooms decorated by local artists, a creative on-site bar/restaurant and a Stumptown Coffee outpost. Rooms from $135.
8307 N. Ivanhoe St.
Modern East Asian small plates, steamed pork buns and noodle soups in a comfortable, -homelike setting. Dishes $4 to $16.
Tulip Pastry Shop
8322 N. Lombard St.
Definitively old-school bakery with fresh-made doughnuts, cookies, muffins, pies and maple bars from 75 cents.
Port Way Tavern
7600 N. Willamette Blvd.
A barfly’s home away from home; local beers from $4.
The Central Hotel
8608 N. Lombard St.
Handcrafted cocktails ($6 to $10) in a no-frills classic ambience; hotel rooms coming late 2014.
For five days in Portland, I made my way — gorging, imbibing and highly caffeinating — through the trendy Oregon city, the wonderland of craft cocktails, pour-over coffees and competitive burlesque that has practically become synonymous with the word “hipster.”
Portland’s over-the-top organic-obsessed aesthetic is lovingly skewered on the hit IFC comedy “Portlandia,” in a depiction that I found not so far from what the city’s like in real life. And as a craft-cocktail-and-coffee-loving person, was happy to embrace it.
But I also found myself wondering s Where was the old Portland? This is, after all, a frontier logging town and shipbuilding port city with half a million residents. Surely there must be something to see here that predates Portlandia?
On the advice of several locals, I took my search for pre-hipster Portland north of downtown, riding the light rail to the North Denver Avenue stop, where I was immediately greeted by a 31-foot-tall concrete-and-metal statue of logging legend Paul Bunyan. The bearded, plaid-clad likeness was erected not, as I’d first suspected, by modern irony-loving Portlanders but with absolute earnestness for the 1959 Portland Centennial Exposition.
From there I walked over to the St. Johns neighborhood, which, like several other far-north parts of Portland, is centered on its own distinctive “downtown” strip, one of the remnants of the small towns that were annexed by this growing city in the early 20th century.
St. Johns became part of Portland in 1915 and today perhaps best epitomizes the city’s mix of old and new. Many of the very vintage establishments here might be mistaken for imitation retro outposts in another part of town, but most of them are in fact family-owned spots that are actually many decades old.
At Pattie’s Home Plate Cafe, an eccentric mix of diner/costume shop/toy store, you can dig into a hefty slice of coconut cream pie while shopping for vintage Barbie dolls, then browse for outfits to wear to the upcoming Saturday sock hop. The neighboring 73-year-old Lion’s Den Man’s Shop is a classic haberdashery that used that word long before it became cool, a place where button-up vests and pinstripe fedoras haven’t come back into style because they never went out of it.
Down the road, Tulip Pastry Shop is a pint-size storefront covered in classic-car memorabilia. Though the goods here may not be as eye-catching as the bacon-and-Cap’n-Crunch-topped items at downtown’s much-hyped Voodoo Doughnut, I was more than happy to settle for a 75-cent fritter piped full of marionberries.
After a walk through majestic Cathedral Park, a grassy expanse named for the Gothic-like arched towers that line the base of the St. Johns suspension bridge that cuts through it, I found a stool tat Port Way Tavern. This is a decidedly old-school establishment where the regular crowd is heavy on longshoremen, the bar top displays about 200 beer tap handles, and you can extract a handful of pistachios from the quarter machines. For all the city’s downscale charm, I’d also learned that you won’t often be served a downscale beer in Portland; even here I was glad to find a citrusy Red Chair NW Pale Ale (made in nearby Bend) on tap for $4.25 a pint.
Yet even the far-flung St. Johns is ever-so-slightly gentrifying. Last summer, the Baowry, a food cart turned brick-and-mortar restaurant serving trendy Chinese-Vietnamese fare, took over a rundown building. But it doesn’t stand out or change the character of the neighborhood, tucked as it is into a single-family home on a side street. What did stand out was the bold flavor of the savory noodles served with bacon and mussels in a sizzling house-made broth.
A few blocks away, the 1904 Central Hotel is also in the middle of a face-lift, with a trio of locals reviving the dilapidated building, once a hub of St. Johns’s booming downtown but in more recent years known as the neighborhood’s seediest tavern.
“From what I understand, it was quite the place in World War II, because the shipyards were here — it had a notorious reputation, as far as working women were concerned,” says Risa Boyd Davis, one of the partners behind the project. “Before we took it over, it was kind of where the worst of the worst hung out — heroin, meth addicts, drug deals in the bathroom, all kinds of things going on. My husband and I kept walking by and saying, ‘Somebody needs to do something with that building!’ “
Davis and her partners plan to reopen the Central in 2014 as a boutique hotel, one they hope will retain the neighborhood’s existing character. “St. Johns, out of all the neighborhoods in Portland, has kept its own personality throughout its entire existence,” says Davis.
For now, Davis and her partners have reopened the hotel’s ground-floor nightspot, centered on a 60-foot-long 1930s mahogany bar, where giant blocks of ice and a manual juicer now contribute to $7 cocktails, such as a lemon, gin and ginger beer “gin buck.” While the place is hardly renovated yet — stained-glass Tiffany lamps mingle with a musty floral carpet — there’s something appealing about sipping a classic cocktail in this type of laid-back environment, which is probably closer to what a pre-Prohibition-era bar was actually like than all those hip new joints with million-dollar faux-retro designs.
Of course, some old-timers are resistant to the new businesses coming in. Davis recalls an older woman knocking on the window and asking whether the hotel’s new owners were from St. Johns. When Davis told her that she had been living in the neighborhood for six years at that point, she was met with, “Oh, honey, you’re not from St. Johns.”
Yet Davis isn’t worried that the neighborhood will lose its charm. “All the young people moving in also have that independent streak,” she says. “Even though they’re starting to build synergy around it being a hip new place to hang out, it’s still unique. I think it will keep the independence.”
It’s that independence that makes St. Johns, with its mix of retro cool and just plain retro, a must-visit for those seeking a view of Portland beyond Portlandia.