If we’re talking this region, then that joke would also work for Almond Roca™. 
Oh, and of course my riffing escapade would feature a Girl In Gold Boots-type intro to the big city. Except instead of L.A.'s demure bars and burlesque houses, it would all be the finest-quality N. Portland industrial sprawl, including:
So there’d be several riffing options: the awkward throat-clearing or whistling. The, “Sayyyy…” Or perhaps even a robot starting to proclaim, “Wow you know it sounds like they–” only to be forcibly shushed by a concerned host.