The Georgia Straight - - HOUSING -

COHOUSING IS about more than just get­ting a home for ev­ery­one in the group. It’s a hous­ing model that puts a de­lib­er­ate em­pha­sis on com­mu­nity.

Orig­i­nat­ing in Den­mark, cohousing is a col­lab­o­ra­tive ef­fort from start to fin­ish. Peo­ple come to­gether and de­cide they want to be­come neigh­bours. They go on to pur­chase land, plan a de­vel­op­ment, and man­age their com­mu­nity.

While res­i­dents live in their self-con­tained homes, they share com­mon ameni­ties and de­cide mat­ters af­fect­ing them by con­sen­sus.

Ac­cord­ing to the Cana­dian Cohousing Net­work, around 160 cohousing com­mu­ni­ties have been formed in North Amer­ica since 1991. More than 100 more are be­ing es­tab­lished. In Van­cou­ver, the first cohousing com­mu­nity opened in 2016, and at least two more are on the way.

For those who want to know more about cohousing and how it works, Hive & House Con­sult­ing is hold­ing a ses­sion on Satur­day (Novem­ber 24) at Mount Pleas­ant Neigh­bour­hood House (800 East Broad­way). The event starts at 2:30 p.m.

The more fancy new pizza we see in Port­land the more you have to hand it to Brian Span­gler. The mae­stro’s neo-neapoli­tan-style pies with a thin-but-strati­graphic crust and hy­per-fla­vor­ful top­pings have been the best in the city since 2005. Span­gler’s se­crets are many, and in­clude days of proof­ing for the dough, an elec­tric oven that pro­vides con­sis­tency you can’t get from wood, and a strict three-top­ping limit to en­sure even bak­ing. The rest of the for­mula is pretty sim­ple. The sal­ads are crisp, the beer list is small but well-cu­rated, and there’s an ar­cade room to keep you busy while you wait out the lines, which are more man­age­able than leg­end sug­gests.

MARTIN CIZMAR. When a menu says “home­made,” it’s usu­ally a Ev­ery­thing about Tusk, a spot that uses Mid­dle eu­phemism. At Han Oak, it’s lit­eral. The side­yard Eastern cook­ing meth­ods to high­light the best and Korean spot be­hind the Ocean on North­east bright­est sea­sonal in­gre­di­ents, is well-ex­e­cuted. Glisan Street is half open-kitchen restau­rant, Om­ni­vores and veg­e­tar­i­ans alike are se­duced by the half mod­ernist loft where chef Peter Cho and his ever-evolv­ing menu that fea­tures the best-tast­ing and fam­ily ac­tu­ally live. Most of the ever-chang­ing most in­ter­est­ing salad…well, any­where, served along­side me­nagerie of plates hover around $10, and sim­ple but de­li­cious meat and fish of­fer­ings. The al­ways seem to in­clude a plate of thick-breaded drink menu is equally pol­ished and en­sures that by and juicy Korean fried chicken. Else­where are the end of your meal you’ll be as blissed out as the del­i­cate chive-pork dumplings, a beau­ti­fully salty mas­sive photo above the bar de­pict­ing Keith Richards and crispy blood sausage drenched in over-easy float­ing in a pool. egg, and a Korean-chi­nese jja jang myun hand­pulled DONO­VAN FAR­LEY. noo­dle dish made with fer­mented black beans. On the right night, when those thickly al dente noo­dles come with but­ter­nut squash that melts into the bean sauce, that jja jang mur­ders ev­ery other ver­sion in town.


Meet Big­foot and Kram­pus! Taste the worm-topped ice cream! Brave the haunted doll house! Bury your­self alive! Photo-op the re­verse-en­gi­neered alien au­topsy! Equal parts out­sider art gallery and thread­bare cu­rio shop, the Pe­cu­liar­ium ex­hibits a fun-sized hodge­podge of the bizarre that prom­ises bud­get thrills as a ver­i­ta­ble road­side at­trac­tion for side-street wan­der­ers.

JAY HORTON. Writ­ing pub­licly about this gem of a cof­fee house hid­den in plain view feels wrong, but it’s been fly­ing be­low the radar long enough now that its crowd of ad­her­ents shouldn’t feel at all threat­ened by the pub­lic know­ing about its great desserts, espresso drinks and old­timey am­bi­ence—which in­cludes a nov­elty bath­room and mo­tor­ized ta­bles that spin so grad­u­ally you won’t know it un­til your drink is no longer in front of you. PETE COTTELL. De­spite a gallery of sad-clown paint­ings and an an­i­ma­tronic eye­ball in a vise, Creepy’s isn’t ac­tu­ally creepy. The bar is less hor­ror house than self-con­sciously quirky sideshow—a de­sign-happy dis­play case of dolls, deer heads What do you ex­pect to see in the mid­dle of down­town in a semi-large Amer­i­can city? How about a pi­rate-themed, glow-in-the-dark mini-golf course in the base­ment of a Hil­ton? At Glow­ing Greens, you’ll en­ter through an in­aus­pi­cious side door that may or may not be manned by a skele­tal pi­rate, from which you’ll de­scend into a world of swash­buck­lers, zom­bies, mer­maids, zomb­i­fied mer­maids and just about ev­ery other crea­ture or theme you would think ap­pro­pri­ate for a mini-golf course awash in the soft glow of ul­tra­vi­o­let light and the sound of pul­sat­ing EDM. WALKER MACMURDO. The his­toric Ladd-rein­gold House, built in 1910 by early Port­land mayor Wil­liam Ladd, is an at­trac­tion all by it­self, with back­ward doors, se­cret hid­ing spots and a ceil­ing mer­maid mu­ral. It is also home to the Hat Mu­seum. With more than 1,000 hats from vin­tage to nov­elty to mod­ern, the mu­seum boasts the largest col­lec­tion in the coun­try. Note: Reser­va­tions are re­quired for the tour. PENELOPE BASS. Part clas­sic video game ar­cade, part clas­sic video game ar­cade-themed bar, the re­cently ren­o­vated Ground Kon­trol now sports a retro sci-fi sleek bar to com­ple­ment its dozens of mostly ’80s and ’90s throw­back clas­sics—plus a list of in­ex­pen­sive cock­tails to keep the gam­ing lively once the bar closes to lit­tle kids in the af­ter­noon. WALKER MACMURDO. This mas­sive, re­fur­bished struc­ture con­tains a ho­tel, mul­ti­ple bars, pool ta­bles, a cigar room, a movie the­atre, a restau­rant and an out­door soak­ing tub. You can take your drinks from bar to bar as you roam the his­toric, circa 1915 el­e­men­tary school—where orig­i­nal art and his­toric pho­tos are pre­served in the wind­ing hall­ways. ELISE HERRON. Dev­ils Point ad­ver­tises it­self as “Port­land’s Rock-’n’-roll Strip Club.” Hon­estly, it’s harder to find a strip club in Port­land that doesn’t cater to the rocker crowd. but this deep-red cub­by­hole at the nexus of Fos­ter-pow­ell cer­tainly leans into the idea harder than most. For in­stance, Strip­peraoke is a Sun­day night tra­di­tion where pa­trons live out their ‘80s metal video fan­tasies by singing “Girls Girls Girls” flanked by girls, girls, girls. It’s be­come fa­mous enough to at­tract the fa­mous, in­clud­ing Dave Chap­pelle, who stopped by to per­form Ra­dio­head’s “Creep” af­ter a show in 2016. MATTHEW SINGER. It is an ex­ceed­ingly strange thing in­deed to say a hard­ware store is an at­trac­tion worth vis­it­ing whether or not you have any­thing to build, but that’s ex­actly what Hippo Hard­ware, the most Port­land hard­ware store ever, is. Pho­tog­ra­phers have staged photo shoots in the store’s oth­er­worldly en­vi­rons, like the sea of vin­tage lights and chan­de­liers that make up the store’s top level. It’s the kind of place Tim Bur­ton would swing by when fin­ish­ing his kitchen re­model. DONO­VAN FAR­LEY.

The Doug Fir, housed in the Jupiter Ho­tel, is a mul­ti­fac­eted fa­cil­ity with a

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