On our trip to sunny Las Vegas a couple weeks ago, we were wandering around The Forum Shops at Caesar's Palace when HUNGER STRUCK. You know, that fun, zippy kind of hunger that makes you want to bite someone's head off?
Our party had just reached the dead end of the Atlantis Fountain where The Cheesecake Factory was singing its siren song. But their 1 hour wait was not floating our boat. Sailing away down the mall, we anchored at Max Brenner's (a chocolate and food restaurant).
Along with the place's surprisingly-appropriate french fry serving size, we loved their BACON.
"It's baked," answered our server.
Dude, I bake bacon and it tastes nothing like this.
The darling manager stopped by and mentioned they season it with "brown sugar and 11 other spices".
So guess what I'm combing The Internets for?
That's right, my bacon-loving public, I'm going to be pounding the kitchen pavement and doing some hard-core taste-tasting the next few weeks to find the perfect bacon rub.
It's a hard job, but somebody's gotta do it.
All the talk of more-awesome-than-regular-bacon got my friend reminiscing about her co-worker's bacon-wrapped Smokies (I can't write "cocktail wieners" without giggling, and here I go [hehehehe]).
*scouring Interwebs*
NAILED IT!
Guess who's eating these at the family get-together on Christmas Eve?
ME! They're all MINE!
You know what I love? Clichés about the sea, hyphens, not sharing, and bacon.
The end.
