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Saturday, May 3, 2008

Election 2008 Voodoo’s Mayoral Doughnut Eating Contest

Posted by Amy J. Ruiz on Sat, May 3 at 1:08 AM

Downtown tonight just before midnight, Voodoo Doughnuts hosted their second ever mayoral doughnut eating contest. Seven of the 13 mayoral candidates showed up, including Sam Adams, Sho Dozono, Kyle Burris, Craig Gier, Beryl McNair, Chris Rich, and Patricia Stuart. (Click on those names to hear the candidates talk about their training for the contest… except Dozono, who gave me a terse “no” when I asked if he’d trained, and Stuart, who arrived just before doughnut time.)

The candidates sat at a long table on the sidewalk, and each received a pink Voodoo box. After the audience—there were at least 150 people spilling off of the sidewalk, and into the street to check out a prime example of keeping Portland weird—counted down, the candidates opened their boxes and got to work. They each had two doughnuts to scarf—except Dozono, whose box was mysteriously empty. While a Voodoo staffer ran to get Dozono a doughnut or two, Gier methodically devoured his doughnuts, washing them down with milk. Burris hustled to keep up. Adams ate his doughnut at a near-leisurely pace. I couldn’t see Rich or Stuart from my vantage point, but McNair looked like she was having a good time.

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So who won? Gier! (That’s him in the middle of the far right photo.) With Burris a close second. It was an exciting contest, with the two racing to a near-photo… uh, wait a second. I’ll let Mayor Tom Potter tell you all about it. He was the referee, after all!

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Potter also told me the story of the last mayoral doughnut eating contest, when he was a candidate in 2004. His opponent, Jim Francesconi, didn’t show up—so the candidates that did, plus a 300+ pound stringer, had to eat a doughnut for every letter in the name “Francesconi.” Potter said it was so much sugar, he had trouble getting to sleep that night. Meanwhile, the hefty stringer (who I get the impression won) celebrated his victory by “going out for a bite,” Potter says. Yikes.

Gier stuck around to celebrate his victory. Listen to him reflecting on it, right here.

Comments

This was a cool shindig. I am just glad I won. Thanks to all who were there.

I love that Potter didn't know the names of the candidates running to take over his job!

At least it sounded like he was having fun, which is a change. Maybe he should have announced his retirement three years ago.

Nominee - best post of the mayoral race. Savvy insiders, hard biting language, fair facts. Good job! Another important Portland political story largely overlooked by the mainstream press.

This is just so stupid it's beyond belief.

Bah. I, the people's champ, was clearly robbed. The O was there with a camcorder--they have the proof!

I second C's comments. Nice post Amy.

I wasn't there but it's got to be a better way to elect a politician than any other way we have. Donuts or any nuts RULE!!

If I was Mudede, I'd say something like:

"By involving politicans, the donut contest transcends the donut-person dichotomy. It becomes a parable, a cautionary tale about what it means to run for office in America: the initial sugar high at the start of the competiton, the onset of fatigue as the task becomes more taxing, and, finally, the physical and mental repulsion at the possiblity of swallowing any more of the unwholesome garbage that needs to be dealt with in order to win."

Or something.

I second cc's comments.

Man, oh man, is Portland just ever such a weird place! Let's keep it weird forever!

Sho Donzo seems like a real dick. In addition to not seeming to have any fun with this, him and his daughter both acted retarted and then ignored me. I mean, so what if I told him he sucked and would be another tom potter. I also confronted him with all the dredge the Mercury digs up about him, and he wasn't hearing it. I told his daughter I'd listen to their side of it, but then she got mad and stormed off. Then I got mad and stormed off and traded half my donut for a guitar pick, because i didn't like it.

I'm glad to see that this somehow passed for political discourse in portland. Keep it weird! Also, I'm in the Chris Rich link above, but you jerks cut it off. I said "Wow, you just got my vote". However, I'm not going to vote because I'm from Alaska.

Is it just me or is Tom looking like a thinner but no less useless Bud?

Ernie,
You don't know the meaning of the word "dick" until you've crossed Sam Adams.

Just ask the employees of the bureaus he overseas and communities who have challenged his truthfulness.

But to get answers from these folks, you will have to ask with a promise of anonymity. They won't speak to the media because they are all afraid of retaliation.

Ernie,
You don't know the meaning of the word "dick" until you've crossed Sam Adams.

Just ask the employees of the bureaus he overseas and communities who have challenged his truthfulness.

But to get answers from these folks, you will have to ask with a promise of anonymity. They won't speak to the media because they are all afraid of retaliation.

Don't worry, Nazi Burris, you can warm up your leftovers in your crematoria ovens, between bomb threats.

Remember when we all got in that cute, naive, silly, and surreal discussion about whether or not the Sho doughnut at Voodoo was offensive and racist? That whole post/thread was like an episode of Seinfeld.

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