In our office, the ominous bacon bagel symbolizes a rough morning that followed a night of crazy drinking and late nights. This is the breakfast of champions to grease the stomachs and soak up the damage.
This was my cubicle buddy’s breakfast today as he covered his head from the glaring lights and grumbled something to me.
All it is is THICK bacon piled in a bagel. Nothing else. Nothing is toasted, buttered, or has an egg in it. Just BACON AND BAGEL. One day when I am not afraid of dying of a heart attack and roughed up enough, I might just try it.
