It's a puzzlement to me as to why this place is called Bacon.
When I think of a restaurant called Bacon, I think of bacon all over the walls, bacon for water, bacon ice cubes, cooks and wait staff sweating slabs of bacon and the smell of bacon as thick as concrete...
I'm thinking maybe the name "Bacon," is a joke. It's not Bacon & Co. or The Bacon Restaurant; it's just called Bacon. One word. Five fattening letters. Bacon.
I stopped in out of morbid curiosity. I never would have seen the place if not for a guy dressed in a pig suit with a sign that said, "Now Open for Breakfast and Lunch," so I finally got around to stopping in to test the waters. The first thing I noticed is that the interior is pretty comfortable. I really liked its design. There were comfy, squishy couches to sit on and a separate counter with a coffee and tea bar.
I ended up getting a sandwich called The Chick. I can't remember everything that was in it, but it was really, really good. It had chicken, some red sauce, some sort of stinky italian cheese (might have been parmesan, but I wouldn't testify to that effect). It was good.
The fries it came with were good. Shit, even the cole slaw was good and I think cole slaw is a slimy, nasty mistake to serve as a side. Yeah, their cole slaw was kind of fruity and tangy. I really liked it.
The more I think about it, the more I like the fact that this place is called Bacon. They serve a vegetarian sandwich. It's sort of like when your friend tells you that their other friend "Chainsaw" is a really cool guy. You think, His name is Chainsaw? What the fuck kind of name is that? But then when you meet Chainsaw, he's a reserved, very intelligent guy who likes the same movies as you.
Bacon.