I Braved Portland’s Zombie Apocalypse for This Review

Spyce. Wednesday night. Downtown Portland. Parked somewhere on the street because that was the only option but holy hell. Downtown Portland after dark felt like side questing in a zombie game. Every 10ft there was a new homeless dude leveling up in schizophrenia. One guy hissed at me. Another dude looked like he was forging a weapon out of trash. It was immersive, I’ll give them that.

$10 cover. Simple ID check. Light patdown.

Inside the club: