I’m kind of getting bored with this fad of bacon-everythings, though I try to not let this cloud my interest in one of the most beautiful parts of that amazing magical beast, the pig. In fact, I’m sitting down to a delicious bacon and sunny-side up egg breakfast as I write this.
So Chicago is hosting Baconfest Chicago at the Publican, what a surprise. If you’ve got $75 to burn on your desire to leg hump machismo in this fashion you will get:
- 10 bacon dishes by 10 bacon loving chefs
- 10 beer tastings to go along with your 10 bacon dishes
Meh.
I’m probably a little grumpy this morning, but this here Baconfest Chicago strikes me as eminently boring. Now a bacon fashion show or even bacon shoes? Now, you’ve got my attention.
My breakfast is getting cold.
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Hi there!!! Thanks for the feedback on the Publican event – it’s a little preview event for our main fest, which will be next April and will feature a bacon expol, bacon bands, bacon theater, bacon cookoffs and yes bacon fashion. And it will cost less! Hope to see you there.
Seth
I’ve been thinking about it and I think I was just in a particularly foul mood the morning I wrote this. I think I even made mention that I was feeling grumpy in the post.
After some consideration, $75 isn’t a terrible price, especially if you get a reasonably full pint with each of those dishes.
I think more than a reflection on your event I was responding more to bacon burn out. Hey, I get it, I hate vegans as much as the next guy. I understand that vegans and their moral pogo-sticks need to whine their way off a short plank on a deep ocean in tall order, fast. And, for the love of all that is greasy, the pig truly is a magical beast. But frankly I feel like this knee jerk response to water-headed bible chompers has gone too far, and, dare I say, it is being co-opted from a delicious “fuck you” to our taste inhibited neighbors and becoming just another slogan in a slogan soggy world. I am sick of bacon becoming the latest fashion trend for my belly.
Frankly, with all the creeps rubbing up on my sweet, sweet bacon, if she was a lesser food she might be ruined. But alas, she persists.
So, yeah, it’s very possible you’ll see a couple of pudgy kurmudgeons at your event. If we do show up and we do get too grumpy just drape me in a bacon cape or lay me down on a bed of belly meat. That bad attitude, too, will pass.
Viva la Sow!