The Good: Though not our usual dispensary, we dropped in while having brunch in the neighborhood. Great music. Really super friendly people. I love seeing African Americans proudly behind the counter selling weed. Fun Decor. I like that the weed is named after great hip hop performers, since I always struggle with the weird mishmash of varieties that plague the market. We ordered an eighth of the "Frank Ocean", and an eighth of the "Jungle Pussy". I knew that if we liked them, I'd be able to find those names again. :)
The Bad: Disgusting prices.
When I looked at the pricing, I was stunned. For one thing, there wasn't much of a range of pricing. No shake. Nothing for the low grade poor buyer. While the seller measured out weed for the customer in front of us, I even held up the menu to hide my mouth and suggested to my friend that we head elsewhere. Without doing the math, she waved me off saying, "It's fine. It's probably just high quality weed."
We spent $100 on the 2 eights.
We're both regular 420 smokers, and we've both smoked all sorts of weed, of high and low quality. We found both strains we purchased were very disappointing. The quality of the product and its effects were modest, at best. One of them tasted a little too dirty. The other dense, but light on crystals, and made me cough more than I like. At that price, we certainly expected better. I went out the next day to one of my usual dispensaries, and bought the same amount of weed for less than $40, and we liked that weed better than EITHER of the two strains we bought from the Green Hop dispensary.
The Ugly: I can't comment on the actual appearance of the woman who was served that day, because she wore a mask over her mouth and nose while she portioned out my weed. I know a surgical mask isn't required to handle weed in Oregon so I suspect it was just for show, but this was the first time I'd seen the practice in Portland, and it ended up raising more questions than it did ease my fears. Had there been some issue prior? Was she sick? I didn't feel comfortable asking.
However, I will certainly condemn the casual speed with which she worked. By insisting on moving buds from the large jar to my tiny "film canister" one at a time, she made the process slower than necessary. But by checking the weight of the individual buds each time she put them into the canister, she made the process painfully mired. This was made even worse by the way that she stopped moving whenever she began talking. She pitched their punch card and began talking about "frequent buyer" deal benefits. Normally, I wouldn't mind, I could see that there was a lobby full of people who'd come in after me, waiting for their turn.
She turned a 1/4 ounce interaction into a 3-hip-hop-song-long exchange.
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