I Had The Burger

The Final Wrap up of Burger Week 2021

When God closes a door, he opens a burger week.

On Day 4, I ate a burger with both parents to see whose gene pool gave me my extreme passion for burgers. Results: undetermined.

Got a little more than I bargained for in the form of meatballs and mozzarella

Day 2 brings a test of patience, faith, and burger determination

It wouldn’t be burger week without a little *drama*. Nevertheless, she persisted.

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.

I’m tired. I’m greasy. But I forge on.

Even though I’m missing Portland Burger Week, I still found a slice of Portland in my new city.

It’s happening again… I transformed into my Burger Week alter ego…