Worshipping the Church of the Bacon Donut in Los Angeles, California
It was a mad genius kind of rumor. The sort of epic that sends you into a twitchy, feverish delirium. A conspiracy, better yet, a sacrilegious taboo involving the warm sultry sweetness of a freshly made glazed donut, and bacon. Oh yes, bacon. It seemed like two blinks of an eye before we were standing at the very steps of the Sacred House of the Bacon Donut. Almost as if the Goddess of Bacon had teleported us herself. In one moment words are springing from the mouth of the Metropolis Books sage, and in the next we’re whirled into a confusing blur of light and salivation towards godlike customer service and bacon salvation! Hungry? Get thee to Nickel Diner DTLA!