by Rachel Kaufman
Published in Washington City Paper
2009-06-25
“Bacon cereal.” “Bacon lollipop.” “Bacon spaghetti.” “Bacon bread.” “Bacon coffee.” “Bacon beer.”
In a sane world, none of these exact phrases would return any hits when plugged into Google. This is not a sane world.
A chocolate bar studded with bits of bacon sells better than any of the wines at Arlington’s Curious Grape. BLT Steak, just behind the White House, serves grilled double-cut bacon as an appetizer. For $9. There’s bacon-infused vodka. Bacon-flavored mints. Baconnaise, bacon salt, a bacon-print wallet, bacon Band-Aids.
“I was a vegetarian for a year,” says Michelle Harriott, 26, of Rosslyn, “and I had bacon dreams.”
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I am really curious about bacon coffee now.
It’s “maple bacon” coffee, actually, so it tastes like pancakes and meat? I don’t know. The company that makes it only sells it through a “coffee of the month” club that, rumor has it, is very difficult to cancel (and then you just get bombarded with unwanted coffee). Which is unfortunate, because the same company makes a Bananas Foster coffee that I am uber-curious about.
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