It’s rare that I get a Saturday off work, so when I do I carpe diem and head over to Walkerville for some good eats with good friends and vintage shopping.
Walkervillle really is a city within a city, a microcosm of a bigger place somewhere in the universe. Because when someone asks you where you’ve been all day, you reply, “In Walkerville” even though you were literally still in the same city. I like to think of it as its own entity, surviving off a different lifeline- one of organic brewed coffees, houses with secret passage ways used for bootlegging liquor and the aroma of yeast or macaroni noodles (depending on who you are).
Our very own little Portland.