Now I like bacon. My friends know not to attempt to sneak a strip off my plate–one was nearly stabbed by my fork, quite unthinkingly on my part. I also love sausage–nothing’s better with a Waffle House waffle than two sausage patties drizzled with syrup.
But this? This clenches my stomach, and not in a good way:
That puppy is made with two pounds of bacon and two pounds of sausage, liberally interlaced with BBQ sauce and rub. My arteries scream just looking at it.