The hippy sitting next to me on the plane was from Portland.
Said, "There's hardly any homeless people."
Turns out, that was his idea of a practical joke.
It just had to be.
Homeless, strip clubs, neon & hipsters...that's all there is.
HOWEVER it was a great freakin time.
Really cool old buildings, a great history (if you like kidnapping) good music, fan-freakin-tastic food everywhere you turn, and a "Chinatown" with all of about 10 Chinese people. (Which explained why the big restaurant was "The House of Louie")
This is what we saw from the hotel.