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St. Johns Days Parade
The local Shriners chapter is actually named "Al Kader." St. Johns Days Parade, Oregon.
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St. Johns Days Parade
USA, A-OK, St. Johns Days Parade, Oregon
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St. Johns Days Parade
57 Chevy, St. Johns Days Parade, Oregon
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St. Johns Days Parade
Louie Louie, oh no, me gotta go. St. Johns Days Parade, Oregon.
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St. Johns Days Parade
The ladder truck, St. Johns Days Parade, Oregon
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St. Johns Days Parade
Double barreled condiments at the St. Johns Days Parade, Oregon
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Most of Sushi $1.25
Sushi Takahashi, in Portland, Oregon, serves a lot of cheap sushi on a very fast model train. And on Wednesdays and Saturdays it somehow gets cheaper. And faster.
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Sushi Train
Sushi Takahashi in Portland, Oregon follows the conveyor belt sushi convention – cheap, color-coded plates of nigiri, tempura, and spindly spider rolls circulate endlessly in front of diners seated at an oval shaped counter. Takahashi differs, however, in its use of a speedy model train to deliver its fresh catch. Fifteen flatbed train cars of sushi, clickety-clacking in a non-stop loop, is mesmerizing and charming, a juvenile pleasure mixed with a decidedly adult cuisine. But it’s also perilously fragile, taking little more than a wandering chopstick or napkin on the tracks to derail the entire train, sending forty plates of salmon, tuna and rice into the laps of unlucky diners. I’ve been witness to four derailments in ten years and like the NASCAR fan waiting for a crash, the spectacle is as rewarding as it is messy. Well worth a little unagi in your lap.
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Dolores Park, BYOB
I happened to be in San Francisco during a rare run of 90+ degree days. In this city where air conditioning is rarer than Republicans, a superheated weekday is almost the equivalent of a Midwestern snow day. Computer servers were crashing, commuter trains were backing up, and at least one man walked downtown streets muttering, "It's too hot...too hot...we're screwed." But at 4:00 on Friday afternoon, people poured from stuffy old office buildings and sweltering Victorian flats to revel in the breeze and views of city oases like this, the Mission District's Dolores Park.
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The Pickled Meats of New York City
Story written 7 May 2008
There are so many authentic Jewish delis in New York that descriptors like "institution" and "perfection" are applied almost too generously. Or, in the case of Manhattan's 2nd Ave Deli, not generously enough.
Sloan Schang has been a member since 10 November 2007 and goes by SloanSchang.
Currently in Portland, Oregon.
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I am a freelance writer, photographer and frequent traveler obsessed with finding authenticity in even the most inauthentic moments. I live (mostly) in Portland, Oregon.
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