Still don't know what to make of the epic Cochon 555 pig fracas?
A quick recap if you need one: On Sunday night, a fabulous cooking competition
at the Governor Hotel featuring a quintet of PDX's best chefs devolved into an evening packed with drunken head-butts, a chef being ejected from a local bar and a pair of food-industry pros being arrested by the cops after a brawl over local vs. out-of-state pigs.
Read all the beastly details in my (far too long) post, here
What did the Portland Police make of the situation?
Glad you asked. Turns out that after our crew in blue pepper-sprayed and Tasered fighting foodies Eric Bechard
(chef/co-owner of Thistle restaurant in McMinnville) and Cochon 555 co-founder Brady Lowe
outside Magic Garden late, late Sunday night, they managed to pen some excellent prose. What it all boils down to is that most of the witnesses say Bechard started the ruckus.
Bechard says Lowe started it. Bechard pushed Lowe's girlfriend Carolina Uriba before the fight started. Davis Street Tavern co-owner Blake Smith showed up at the scene of the fight after watching Bechard head-butt a guest at the Cochon 555 after-party earlier that night. And
another local chef, Travis Ingle
, whose "tasty tattoos" (including ink that reads "Love the Knife" and "Born to Poach") were recently featured in an Oregonian Mix article,
was also named as a "suspect" in the fight. Not only is the police report an interesting summary of the evening's events, it contains the single most heartfelt reason for going out anywhere at night
, offered up by chef and confirmed head-butter Bechard:
Read the whole thing here.
Or, just browse the highlights below:
Bechard believes that Oregon chefs are way better than other chefs. Plus, when out-of-towners get hungry they go to strip clubs for food.
A witness confirms the infamous Iowa pig as the root of L'Affair Cochon:
Bechard attempted to "educate" Magic Garden patrons, and was thwarted by elbows.
The Portland Police finally explain what Cochon 555 actually is:
Buying local sometimes just isn't enough. Sometimes you have to defend your rabid locavore creed with your fists.