I’d written just about half of my post on The Original’s VooDoo Burger when I realized that I’d been duped. I had not, in fact, been eating a meal. What I had consumed was a gimmick; a press magnet; a sustained publicity stunt. The VooDoo Burger tasted exactly like what a marketing ploy should taste like: sweet, greasy, but not unpleasant. The final analysis? “It was made for publicity, and this post is its bitch.”
Well, the VooDoo Burger has struck again. But this time its bitch is the New York Times “the Moment” blog, which apparently has a style blogger “who’s spending the summer biking around Portland, Ore.”:
You take the first bite and you think, Yes, this is a glazed sugar doughnut and a cheeseburger … and yes, this is amazing … so, so wrong equaling so, so right. The only-in-Portland cost? $7.25. Tip generously.
Oh, NY Times, when will you learn from we who forge ahead of you, making honest mistakes… Warnings that you should heed from the Oregon wilds.
I will admit the NY Times photo is better than mine, if strikingly similar. Note that they’re drinking soda. The glass in my photo is filled with booze. One of the many reasons I’m not writing for the Times.
I had them add bacon to mine earlier this week, and it turned my Voodoo burger into an international phenomenon. I uploaded the photo to my facebook account. It is way more appetizing than this photo.
I thought donuts were uncool until I read that some tattooed hipsters are really “making it their own” out on the west coast. Hey, anyone wanna move out there and gentrify a neighborhood while whining about gentrification?
FYI, Voodoo donuts are now being sold in Vancouver, you know, your sister city across the Columbia. The names of the establishments are in the Columbian.
Food has jumped the shark.
“PONY love”? That’s funny, and merits a tag.
I can’t decide whether I want to dry hump one of those burgers or the NY Times. Maybe I’ll just dry hump this couch.
I overheard someone saying the other day that Portland is a magnet for lazy, talentless hacks. We’re really one of the few cities where underachieving slackers can not only survive, but thrive. I can’t help but think that these PONY stories (love that, btw) only contribute to the useless wastes of hair gel flooding our fair city.