Once a traveler is old enough to sign for a rental car, their outlook on hostels turns into a veritable Lethal Weapon quote about “getting too old for this shit.” Inexplicably linked to the kind of European vacation starring a tattered backpack and bad weed, the hostel is usually about low prices. But it’s also about even lower barriers to socialization, to spending a vacation beyond the tourist bus. So it makes sense that Portland would be at the forefront of the hostel’s return—only this time it got fancy.
The name—the Icelandic word for “biscuit”—isn’t the only overseas influence on Burnside’s refurb-chic
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