Their devotion to the pork isn't quite what I anticipated, but The Oink Cafe has some pretty solid breakfast food. A group of us went here because my friend CJ said he thought of me every time he passed this restaurant on his way home from work. [For whatever reason, I've become synonymous with pigs and their meat. Go figure.]
I ordered the pancakes with a side of bacon. Both were really good. As a goof, I showed our server my bacon armband tattoo and she immediately brought the owner over to see it. She took a picture of it and our group, then ordered a flight of bacon for us, on the house. I especially like the jalapeƱo bacon. But, let's face it. Bacon is like sex: even if you don't think you want it, it's still good; you can almost certainly make time for it; and it's best when enjoyed in the company of friends.