In the early years of Portland, Burnside St. was known for the liquor, whores and sailors that traveled up from the docks. Now, B St. is known as an intersection between the gritty Portland of old, and the gentrifying Pearl. Dive bars and shelters are competing with chain restaurants and condos. This means more people, cars, and bikes on Burnside and nearby streets. Currently, the city is remedying this problem by fixing his derelict bridge, adding new neighborhoods, and new streetlights.
Unfortunately, Burnside, is still one big pothole. Traversing this street can cause the stress levels of even a Beaverton resident to rise. There are few left hand turns, and inevitably you’ll get stuck behind some douchebag for 10 minutes trying to turn across traffic.
Walking over I405 bridge on foot, is death. Crosswalks always flash red before you’ve had the chance to reach the other side. In the day you will encounter drunk bums on the sidewalks, and in the evening… drunk scenesters. It is a wonder (and a travesty for the human race) that the lines in front of Aura and Ringlers have not been taken out by a swerving car. Clearly, B St. was never intended to be pedestrian friendly.
Burnside street IS the drunk, inappropriate uncle of Portland’s streets. He’ll come to your family gathering, driving on a suspended license from his 2nd DUI. He’ll also bring a hooker.