Well, sort of.

Someone has ressurected the late-great church's website. It can be found here.

I visted the the place once in the mid '90s and propritess offered to wed a sibling and I for $5. We declined. Instead she married two punk kids and made them ride around the streets of downtown Portland on a bicycle covered in Barbie doll heads. Or something like that. The memory's kinda fuzzy.

If you've never heard of this beloved piece of Portland lore, Wikipedia offers a pretty good rundown. Nowadays, "Elvis" still plays Saturday Market and Voodoo Doughnut but I have no idea what happened to the lady that ran the place. According to rumor, she fled Portland after flinging a computer out one of the church's second-story windows.

Still, I wonder if she has anything to do with the "existential museum" over on NW 21st. It has a vending machine much like the ones that sat outside the Church of Elvis.

Hmmmm...