Apple Jack
Footballguy
I'm of three minds here, all requiring somebody else make it. First, the emergency BEC. Sunday Morning Coming Down emergency. No way to hold your head that doesn't hurt emergency. Need a beer just to throw on your cleanest dirty shirt emergency. The dilaudid drip of breakfast sandwiches. The croissant BEC. Preferably fresh out of the oven croissant, complete with flakey shrapnel flying every which way with each bite, but smushed, soaked, and dripping with butter and bacon grease is just as good. Don't be afraid to have them throw that ####er back on the grill and smash it into more butter. Two of them. I'm salivating just thinking about it. Next is the good bagels joint I guess I should get it on a bagel toasted everything BEC. These tend to be a bit of a challenge to consume without the contents squishing out the sides at some point and BEC enthusiasts are advised not to attempt to drive while eating. Yes, even you expert knee-driver dude. (A note about the toasted everything BEC - be careful that this is not a place that has the nerve to one-egg you. In fact, a one-egger on bagel probably demands retribution. Like drive these people out of business so they can't victimize anymore innocents retribution. Maybe grounds for considering your first Yelp review. If I wanted an egg flavored bagel, I'd have ordered and egg bagel THANK YOU. Unacceptable.) Third, the toasted wheat bread BEC. The I'm trying to eat healthy but #### it, I need a BEC. Sadly, all-to-often many of us ##### out and land in the wheat bread BEC. It's a habit I've spent a lifetime trying to shake. It's a process. But I've found that if you're lucky, the BEC Chef back there picks up on the fact that you #####ed out and vetoes your "oh i'm soooo healthy" horse#### and dunks it in the butter bin anyway. These are the heroes on the front lines doing the heavy lifting when we (let's be real, I'm talking Catholic upbringings here) can't navigate around the guilt. God bless them.
And let there be no misunderstanding on one point...AMERICAN CHEESE ONLY. Vermont cheddar aged on the third floor of hemlock log cabin with southeastern exposure at 3700 feet only guy? Wrong amount, buddy. Wrong amount.
Hot damn, I love Bacon, Egg & Cheese sandwiches.
And let there be no misunderstanding on one point...AMERICAN CHEESE ONLY. Vermont cheddar aged on the third floor of hemlock log cabin with southeastern exposure at 3700 feet only guy? Wrong amount, buddy. Wrong amount.
Hot damn, I love Bacon, Egg & Cheese sandwiches.