James Lentz
Google
I had expected a hole-in-the-wall, late-night enclave of vegan sweets, a la Voodoo Donuts in PDX circa 2004, but I got a weak selection of rather aged-looking treats in a glass case off to one side in a pretty dull bar. It took us a while to locate the case and figure out that that was it, then it took a bit longer to catch the attention of the bar staff (who, once engaged, proved to be both reasonably competent and charming in a kind of stoned-out hipster way). We had a "skullette," a skull-shaped cake that was unexceptional and slightly dry. The only other option was some frosted pop-tart-looking thing, which may have been a better choice. I also made the mistake of ordering a "Hammer of the Gods," a rather bitter beer, as an accompaniment; when paired with the sweet cake the resulting mouth feel was akin to drinking Clearasil. That's on me though.
I imagine the options would be broader and more moist earlier in the night, but a place that advertises open hours until 2 AM should put forth a better face at 11.