Did that guy ever find out who the man was that put the Bop in the Bop-she-bop-she-bop? And if so, did he shake his hand? And if so, was it a firm handshake, or was it one of those flacid limp fish handshakes?
Anyway, yesterday’s storm break (the one that followed nearly five inches of rain in certain parts of the foothills) provided a bright and sunny day for this weekend’s Inaugural Sacramento Baconfest of 2012.
Outside the Magpie Cafe on R Street. And a bike rack.
Ever since I first got word about the porky event, I shouted and touted and proclaimed I was going to the late breakfast on Saturday at Magpie Cafe, whose menu featured things like bacon frittatas, bacon breakfast sandwiches, two different BLTs (one of which featured fried green tomatoes), and bacon bread pudding!
Other places like Luigi’s served Bacon Pizza. Pangaea Cafe had beer with bacon in the glass. Local celebrities would judge bacon-inspired meals created by local chefs at Mulvaney’s.
People across the country were talking about the Sacramento Baconfest, even Mr. Baconpants in Pennsylvannia!
Oh, it was going to be a day, my little nanny goats. And I was going to take pictures, and you were going to see all the bacon nomnoms and Sacramento was going to gleefully glisten with grease.
Magpie Cafe’s event started at 7:30am and was scheduled to go until “the food ran out”. We plopped ourselves down at a table there at 1:30pm (because we read somewhere that breakfast was served until 3pm). They updated their menu throughout the morning as they began to “run out”, so that by the time we grabbed one, it looked like this:
*sad trombone*
The frittatas were nowhere to be found. The Bacon Bread Pudding had completely fallen off. You couldn’t get a side of bacon to save your life.
As we wiped the tears from our eyes, we walked around the corner to another restaurant that was not participating in Baconfest (and therefore had bacon) and ordered bacon cheeseburgers.
No crossed-out bacon here.
It was okay, I guess. But it wasn’t a Baconfest bacony bacon-filled, bacon-encrusted, bacon-stuffed thing.
The Bacon Cheeseburger from Cafe Bernardo
You know, the same thing happened when I went to the first SactoMoFo Food Truck Festival. They ran out of food and those trucks that kept going had 2 hour-long lines, so I didn’t get anything there either.
I hope people are paying attention to what happens when you throw the right kind of food at Sacramento. Clear clamoring occurs here and it screams opportunity. We are obviously pigs and nothing says “OINK” like a Baconfest.
If the world doesn’t end in December, and they have it again in 2013, I’ll set my alarm clock.
So my little nanny goats, I am sorry to say that this year, my Baconfest tour was a lot like my friend’s parking meter when we got back to her car:
FAIL
