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Day One: A Bittersweet Burger Symphony

Day One: A Bittersweet Burger Symphony

I know that all of my Portland burger friends wake to the sweet smell of meats and food creativity. I wake in what can only be poetically described by the Verve’s cherished hit from 1997: it’s a bittersweet symphony, this life. 


I’m trying to fit a square peg into the round hole of my intestines. I have insurmountable doubt  San Francisco will live up to Portland Burger Week. My hopes are low, my cholesterol high. Yet, against all odds, I must push forward. If not me educating on the sacred teachings of Burger, then who? 

DAY SIX: THE GRAND FINALE

DAY SIX: THE GRAND FINALE

Today is the last day of Burger Week and my sentiments can only be described as bittersweet. Unlike the previous Burger Weeks, this is the first time that I don’t feel like I’m dying. Perhaps I’ve become a seasoned pro, or maybe it’s my new Burger Week morning ritual of starting the day with a probiotic gut shot and ginger tea. Whatever it may be, I feel a tinge of sadness that it’s ending. Or maybe that’s just heartburn.

DAY FOUR: PUTTIN' ON THE SCHNITZ

DAY FOUR: PUTTIN' ON THE SCHNITZ

I'm forced to skip my lunch burger due to that inconvenience called "work". Ughhhhhhhhhh. I order something with kale for lunch and feel like an imposter. My body is confused – why are we introducing vegetables into the system? This is a red-meat-and-carbs-only zone. My insides will likely stage a rebellion until meat returns. 

DAY THREE: A SAUSAGE ROLL STATE OF MIND

DAY THREE: A SAUSAGE ROLL STATE OF MIND

I wake up earlier than usual, hesitant and uneasy. I’m officially halfway finished with Burger Week, but it still feels like an uphill battle. I have a hard time getting my mental game in gear because today is the day I get the Delicious Donuts burger. I’ve been putting this off out of pure fear, but it’s time to buck up and burger on.