So here’s an interesting fact for you: I hate bacon. Or at least, I hated the concept of it until New York’s First Annual Bacon Bash last Saturday. Possibly a lot of it has to do with how I “got to know” bacon. Dairy Queen’s commercials were my first exposure to the sight of it. Wendy’s Baconator was my first smell of it, and American Airlines’ “hot dinners” were my first taste of it. I had no preconditions to like bacon.
Second interesting fact: I’m a bit of a masochist and like to make myself do things I will not like, which is why I signed up to go to the Bacon Bash. Four bacon tastes, one craft beer taste, and free admission. What would I get myself into?
