I’m not familiar with Mr. M. Ward’s oeuvre, which the article examines, but I am familiar with the Portland stereotypes the story throws around willy nilly. Below are some examples (my emphasis of the stereotypes):
“We don’t use the word ‘grande’ here,” said the barista at Albina Press, one of the latte-obsessed Pacific Northwest’s many shrines to the perfectly pulled cup. “That’s a proprietary term of the Starbucks company. Do you mean ‘large’?”
Every spot in the large, airy room was taken by someone hunched over a laptop or a book. This cross section of students, unidentified “creatives” and home-office refugees would not tolerate the noise of a journalist quizzing a musician.
And then make sure to read the whole subsection titled An indie mecca; I’d have to quote the whole thing.