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Thursday, May 15, 2008

Who needs a Convention Center hotel?

Apparently we're getting some pretty large conventions without it.

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I'd say the following is the most nauseating of that site:

"Luciana Lopez, The Oregonian's pop music critic, gives a thumbs up to the new album by Death Cab for Cutie"

Be still my heart. No wonder the O's readership is plummeting.

Must be about time for another Nice Week.

Hopefully it is an unintended consequence of the salmon shortage. Sturgeon grills up at least as good as salmon. I'll take the trade off.

mmmm Caviar

Butch: any time I've grilled sturgeon, it was as tough as calamari steak.

What am I doing wrong?

Mister Tee, you are over grilling it. Place on two layers of tin-foil in bed of good olive oil, coat top, season, set on grill, fold foil over top, depending on thickness check after ten min if grill around 300 to 350, check if tender, moist, not even close to being dry. Eat it, and enjoy.

A more complete version of the story is here.

Mr. T,

Cook the sturgeon over low/medium heat on a well-soaked cedar plank (you can buy them at any Fred Meyer fairly cheap). Soak the plank in water for about an hour before putting it on the grill.

Convention center hotels are one and only one thing -- loss leaders. No way the public should have to pay for this.

The only way Portland is going to break into the big leagues on this stuff is (officially or unofficially) legalized vice -- hookers and card games. The big kahunas all know this, but they just don't want to break it to Joe and Jane Average-Citizen.

Either way, the costs are way too high.

Either figure out how to market to conventions of smart people who will come here for the bookstores, art, flora and fauna , coffee, etc., or leave it the hell alone.




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