Truly, the Sheraton Hotels Hawaii Bowl is the bowl people who hate bowls love. If you've ever had your father squint inquisitively at you as you hunker down to watch the BYU/Mizzou tilt in the 1983 Holiday Bowl, and had to explain the appeal of a nonglamorous matchup between two uncompelling squads, the Hawaii Bowl, by virtue of its remote location, adds Sasquatchesque carbon footprint to the case against bowl inflation.
But for one thing, this bowl features two squads from gambling friendly regions, Reno? and Tunica? roughly speaking, and puts them far, far away. A junket is a junket, but a desperate speedboat ride from Bay St. Louis to Havana back when they had bowls in Cuba is a bigger draw than plastic necklaces.
On the pork tip, it does not appear from the internets that there is much happening artisanal-pork wise on this archepelagic 50th state, so we recall that this shenanigan drops on Christmas Eve. So, stick with tradition, and get you some trotters from Caw Caw Creek, and follow M. Picard's good advice on how to proceed. If you have hocked your APDC cookbook to cover Poinsettia Bowl gambling debts, then Ruhlman has Bloomfield's take hrr.
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Posted by: Nathadale | Thursday, 15 March 2012 at 09:32 AM