So this weekend DG and I stayed up in that great North Shore resort of Granlibakken thanks to a hook up from Uber so we could attend the Hot Dog party at Squaw Saturday night. Sunday morning we are game for the free breakfast buffet they have there to help us recover from the the previous nights debaucheries and to fuel up for the day ahead at Kirkwood (which turned out to be a wash). Upon entering the buffet room there was a myriad of fine breakfast choices to be attacked to your hearts content. Several kinds of fresh and canned fruit, little cereal boxes, bagels, hash browns, cheese blintzes, french toast, the list goes on. Every single one of these you could attack with abandon if you so choosed. Pile it on the plate, stuff your pockets, have at it. Except the bacon. There, a small but stern Mexican woman held guard with a pair of tongs over a shining mountain of crispy fried, hickory smoked, salt cured pork. Any approach was viewed with suspicion and only upon humbly presenting your plate and asking for the crispy treasure were you granted two measly peices by the tong weilding keeper of all that is good. I realise that this is only a testament to bacons greatness and it's solitary position as the king of foods but is it really necessary that this should be the only item with it's own security? Has anybody else run into such a bacon security detail?
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