Whether it be the packed bars and clubs every weekend, the seemingly bazillion work holidays off, BBQs in the middle of winter, the enormous downtown-closing celebrations that are peppered throughout the year, or, you now, a big, fat, awesome festival devoted to bacon. Yep. Bacon. It was beautiful. The sinful aromas of bacon inspired dishes wafted through the sea of happy people as bacon fell from the skies. Literally. They threw bacon attached to little parachutes off the tops of buildings. Yep. Delicious parachute bacon. Oh, did I mention the festival was partly sponsored by the hospital's cardiovascular association? Iceland FTW.
We sampled around 6 different dishes and left completely packed full of salty, fatty, artery clogging goodness. Not a bad way to spend an afternoon.
How jealous am I... Bacon is probably my favourite food ever. Sounds like an awesome festival! x
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