I can agree with those who wrap bacon up in words of love, because its probably the best tasting thing on earth. I’ve eaten bacon chocolate, sipped bacon vodka, and picked food from my teeth with bacon toothpicks. There’s nothing I like more, but trust the food nerds of San Francisco to make me never want to eat it again.

I suppose Bacon Camp is better than Bible Camp, but it’s just as fucked. If you’re not versed in St. Pollan’s scriptures and don’t wield your Nikon like a crucifix, you’re going to hell (where there is no bacon).