You see that review below by Heather?
Yeah. She took me to Blamwich. She promised me it would change my life. That when I bit into that sandwich I would see new colors. Smell the sunshine. That the hair on the end of my neck wouldn't sit down for months at a time.
I was not let down.
I ordered the bacon storm sandwich. As soon as it touched my tongue I had to fight all of my primal urges to avoid peeing my pants in utter joy and disbelief. The answer to the question, "what is the meaning of life?!" is "The Bacon Storm".
If you asked me to recount everything that was on that sandwich, I couldn't. The moment was so incredibly perfect that my mind jettisoned the details from my brain to avoid my dull, every day existence without the bacon storm sandwich to drive me to suicide.
But I recall bacon. lots of it. I recall aioli. I recall feeling my stomach literally leap within me as though I was with child - and I'm a man, so there's no way I should know how that feels. But I do. I do.
If I didn't have to work to make money I'd stalk this truck all over the city and camp outside of wherever they park it at night.
Eat one.
Change your life.