Bacon Fest slowed hearts, quickened loins this weekend

Bacon is like Kanye West — either you love it full-heartedly and support everything it does (even if it seems a little off), or you wish other, more talented meats would get their due. There’s no need to question what camp I’m in. I would begin every morning lathering up with bacon soap if a fear of being trampled by men didn’t deter me.

So when a strip of bacon falls into my beer, my day just feels complete. Where does that happen? Bacon Fest, that’s where.