The [year who shall not be named] took everything from us. Hope, normalcy, skinny jeans. Most devastating of all, it canceled Portland Burger Week. But finally: a glimmer of hope returns in the form of grease.
It’s the penultimate day of Burger Week, and today I have the good fortune of a work day lunch escape. Due to this unexpected luck, I may be able to reach my goal of 20 burgers after all. THE BURGER GODS ARE SMILING DOWN UPON ME!
