My brother, John, came into town with a few requests, a visit to Powell’s bookstore, Gustav’s German restaurant and “someplace weird”. Since the city’s unofficial official motto is “Keep Portland Weird” I knew we would find something to do.
First was the odd Portland tradition of taking a picture of the carpet at PDX airport to announce the your arrival. The carpet is getting replaced soon which has caused an uproar. Portland is weird.
But weirder still was this wonderful place called the Peculiarium. A small pocket of massive weirdness. Part museum, part gift shop. It basically falls into three categories:
Horror
Aliens
Everything else.
