The convention center boogie

Any of you ever attend a convention. I’m at a working man’s convention in Portland, Oregon for the week. The convention center gig is to place the convention as far as possible from any place to eat or drink. The nearest McDonalds is about six blocks away, and I don’t know the neighborhood at all.

This way, they can jack the prices to an outrageous amount and people are forced to pay it. We aren’t likely to hire a $20 cab so we can buy a reasonable cheap meal. The days of having a Denny’s in the parking lot are long gone.

Check out my receipt for one burger and one beer.

I admit it was a lamb burger and an Oregon brewery. Not quite McDonalds and a Bud. However, it wasn’t a unicorn burger and Dwarven ale either. It also wasn’t that great.

I’ve had offerings from Oregon’s Pelican Brewing before and found them outstanding. This one tasted like it has been around for too long.