I went to Washington state for a weekend to see a show at the Gorge. I drove with a friend about 180 miles east of seattle to a nowhere town called Othello, where my friend and I stayed for the weekend. There was this breakfast joint we hit up every morning we were there. I swear to god, up until that point, i had never ever had bacon that tasted as good and as fresh as it did in that town. i have still never had bacon that tasted the way it did in that town. i swore to myself i would never have bacon again so that i would remember the quality of bacon that i had that weekend. sadly, i'm bad bad jew, and i still eat the bacon, and i've forgotten how super duper that taste was.

So, that's about it. there's my story. talk amongst yourselves.