One question people always* (*never) ask me is “What’s your favorite holiday?”
Christmas? Halloween? Fourth of July? No. ALL WRONG. The world’s most important holiday of all time (aside from the day Shakira was born) is NATIONAL CHEESEBURGER DAY.
Burger Odyssey Day 7: The Grand Finale
My alarm goes off. I can’t figure out where I am because I’m still half-asleep, recovering from the burger-coma of Day 6.
Burger Odyssey Day 5 & 6: I've Made A Huge Mistake
As previously mentioned in Day 4, I am unable to consume a burger week burger during Day 5 due to some schedule conflicts. To cope with the knowledge that I won’t get a burger, I eat a gummy version of one and decide to rate it with my burger week standards.
Burger Odyssey Day 4: Can't spell "salad" without "sad"
Burger Odyssey Day 4: Fatigue
Burger Odyssey Day 3: Just Call Me Patty
10:31 AM: I feel confident. I ended Day 2 on a high note, and now that I finally know who “A” is in Pretty Little Liars, I have high hopes for the day.
10:44 AM: Again, @nnanpei informs me that he cannot do a lunch burger with me. What gives?! For another day, I must embark on my quest alone...
Burger Odyssey Day 2: Mischief Managed
Burger Nuptials
44 hours! The amount of time I went without actively participating in Portland Burger Week. We've been talking about unleashing a burger review site for years and it was finally the right time. I told my friends I'd build the site that would give them a platform to spew their burger nonsense. But I broke their now grease filled hearts...
Burger Week: Knuckle Sandwich
Normally I’d say any contestant that enlists the help of a former food critic from the organization that throws the event is in some sort of murky kickbacking affair, but I don’t know really what that means for burgers, and If there’s some sort of kickback situation going on in the burger world, I want to know how to be a part of it...
Burger Odyssey Day 1: Expendable Toppings
Burger Week: All-Way
2015: A Burger Odyssey
Once upon a time, August was just a really hot month. A month completely devoid of sports that aren’t baseball. A month without any notable holidays, drinking or religious. A month tailor made for Rush Hour sequels. Finally in 2013, out of this bleak, basketball-less wasteland, an oasis emerged: the inaugural Portland Burger Week...
I Had The Burger
The American Dream has always been to move to Portland, Oregon and eat cheeseburgers. In Portland, burgers coarse through our veins, like chunky ooey gooey plasma, and it even shows in our industry. Artisanal ingredients become artisanal burgers, artisanally ingested with clock like efficiency by dreamers who all dream of the same thing. We dream of...