Imagine a BLT sandwich. The lightly toasted sourdough bread is perched in your fingertips. The cool, succulent tomato slices rest atop slices of crispy bacon (peppered, natch) that peek out of the edges like a flirtatious slip of thigh beneath a sweeping gown. The lettuce is really just super-lettuce-y (it's tricky to glamorize that one).
Now imagine that all that other boring sandwich stuff is a bunch of delicious beers. That's Bacon Fest.
The appeal of a festival with bottomless beer, bacon and booze is so apparent to me that I'm starting to wonder why I haven't simply stood one up myself. It probably has something to do with the fact that I can't even tolerate people daring to make eye contact with my bacon, let alone share it. I just don't think I could get the community to rally around a festival where I sit in the center of Point Loma's Preble Field with a tall plate of pork belly, snarling at anyone who steps into swiping distance.
Just to assure you I've not completely abandoned my charter, it bears mentioning that there are 29 different breweries, three wineries and four distilleries supplying this event. So, Saturday, Aug. 31, holds all the potential to be just as terrible for your liver as your cardiovascular system.
If all-you-can-swill porky goodness sounds like a winner to you, tickets are available at the Bacon Fest website.