A few weeks ago, while we were in San Luis Obispo, my friend Ken ordered a BLT at a little cafe. After singing the praises of the thick bacon, I asked for a small piece. Ken broke off two pieces of bacon, a piece each for Will and I to taste. It was the first bite of bacon I've had in over two years. We're still discussing the bacon. Last night:
Me: Man, bacon is so good.
Will: I didn't really like the thick bacon that Ken had us taste.
Me: Oh? I really liked that thick bacon.
Will: I don't really like bacon that you have to chew.
Me: I like chewy bacon.
Will: Well, I like bacon that you have to crunch.
Me: I like bacon you have to crunch, too.
Will: The best bacon is homemade bacon.
Me: The best bacon is all bacon.