revitalizing sanchez

Oh, hello there. My name is Sanchez L. Sanchez, overeater, underworker, and critic. I had been working on this blog for some time with my boring, overbearing and snobbish friend Michael Espinoza until he changed the password on the internet as if to say, "Stop stealing from me, Sanchez. And while you're at it, maybe you should cut down on all that porn you look at." As a result, I found other things to steal, namely his cold cuts, various critical utensils such as spoons, and just as a little practical joke I kind of stole his identity to buy 4 kilos of sel gris from France, but in my defense I did give him a little bit of it for his birthday.

Anyway, since then, he's forced me to move to Portland, Oregon with him. This is a good thing for many reasons. First off, there are lots of hipsters whose eating habits I like to make fun of. Secondly, Michael is no longer in charge of the internet arrangement so I can blog another day, but I'll be alone in my room for a while. Thirdly, and quite seriously, there are so many good, bad, ugly, pathetic, and banal things to eat here that I hardly know where to begin. Suffice it to say I will be on the food beat, serving it up bluntly in search of pleasure over ethics, taste over terroir, always on my way to the next whiskey bar. Michael will be living the hipster dream, investigating the culture and ritual of food and dining.

A hungry hipster, i.e. Michael's inspiration

I am of course flourishing, eating pork sandwiches and scoping out the best places for dollar beer (hint: Sunday-Monday service industry nights, or Tuesday nights at the Devil's Point strip club), while Michael has been fastidiously arranging and decorating his new digs, taking breaks to make a crywich, and watching Food Network. Obviously, you can tell whose entries will be more interesting.

Thanks for coming back to check us out, may many a badass meal pepper your future.
- S.L.S.