Getting carded (or not)

While we enjoy the warmth and friendliness of Portlandians, Chris does not seem to enjoy the constant ritual of being carded when ordering alcohol. In our first two days in Portland, everyone and their mother seems to want to check our IDs to make sure we are of age. It’s done in a very matter-of-fact manner, as though it’s just part of the job and nothing else. It can certainly take some getting used to, since the last time I remember getting carded, it was 2011 in Boston, where the city is known for being excessively puritanical. In New York, neither of us ever gets carded. I guess Portland bartenders are just good law-abiding citizens despite being hippy and leftist.

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