The most amazing thing you will read this week / ever is this oral history of a feud between a vegan strip club and a steak house strip club. It’s in (where else) Portland, Oregon. I’d actually heard of both of these places during a bachelor party years ago (every bachelor party you go on has, by law, a guy who is a Portland strip club aficionado). Like all great feuds, the owners are more similar than they are different: in this case stubborn assholes with a love of food who couldn’t make a pure restaurant work. Warning: Portland has some super loose stripping laws and there are some graphic-ish descriptions.