But a few days later, one of my friends was having a particularly crummy day, & I figured I could
Enter Mo's Bacon Bar:
I purchased this little
Today, we ate the bacon bar. It was, astonishingly, not as foul as expected/hoped/worried. It tasted precisely like bacon covered in chocolate, but somehow the combination was not nearly as vile as I'd predicted it would be. In fact... we liked it. All of us - well, except for the majority of my coworkers, who weren't able to try it because they don't eat pork. Yep, one of the hazards of working with so many Jews is that you can't get much appreciation for bringing chocolate-covered bacon to the office. Them's the breaks.
But I admit it: I would eat a bacon bar again.
You know, if it weren't likely to cause an instant heart attack.