As I mentioned yesterday, we had one heck of a party to celebrate our good friend Naseem last weekend. Wine tasting was followed by wine drinking, followed by many taxi-cabs and occasionally getting shushed by my husband for talking too loud. (Me?!)

Dinner was held at one of our local favorites, Roy. Not only are the food and cocktails great, but there’s ambience to boot. There are rotating art shows and a huge neon Jolly Tiger sign, a vestige of the old days when the place was half restaurant (Roy) and half bar (Jolly Tiger). Back in the old days we’d go to the Jolly Tiger to watch local bands, and be driven crazy by the delicious smells eminating from the other side of the wall. Everything on the menu was $10, and farmer’s market fresh. Good times.

While the menu is no longer $10, the food is still fresh and delicious. Most nights you’ll find Roy working the kitchen, the bar, and the room. We were honored to have Roy himself present Naseem with his famous flourless chocolate torte, and bang a drum while the staff sang Happy Birthday. But perhaps the highlight of the whole dinner experience was this beautiful bacon-wrapped filet. A party’s just not a party without some bacon thrown in. And on. And around.

So once again, happy birthday Naseem! May bacon follow you all of your days.

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My husband was so mad that I didn’t include Tremors in Kevin Bacon’s list of hits. I was all, “I think it can be lumped in with his late-eighties slump.” And he’s like, “Nuh-uh. Tremors was made in the nineties.” And it turns out that it was, indeed, made in 1990. And while we will forever disagree on the awesomeness of this movie, we can both agree that it starred Kevin Bacon.

I think my friend Christine would like a copy of this DVD for her birthday.

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Well it’s Monday again, and once again I’m overwhelmed and under prepared. The good news is that we had an awesome weekend celebrating Naseem’s birthday with much wine and bacon-wrapped filet. (Delicious steak photos to follow soon.) In the meantime, here’s a video of a (drunk?) guy improvising with bacon.

Notice how he eats it after it’s been touching his hair? I’m not sure what bothers me more, that he got bacon grease in his hair, or that he got hair on his bacon.

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Born in Philadelphia, Kevin Bacon is the youngest of six children. His prolific film career began in 1982 with the critically acclaimed Diner. It was with 1984′s Footloose, however, that Kevin became a Hollywood icon. Although he experienced an artistic slump in the late eighties, he made a strong return in the early nineties with films like JFK, A Few Good Men, Murder in the First and Apollo 13. He has continued to make smart and often controversial role choices, keeping him at the top of his field.

Bacon tidBits

• Kevin has been married since 1988 to actress Kyra Sedgwick, with whom he has two children.
• Kevin and his brother Michael tour extensively with their Country/Rock/Folk band, The Bacon Brothers.
• Kevin is the subject of the celebrity trivia game, Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon, which claims that any actor’s movie career can be linked to Bacon in six steps or less.

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See this crazy kid? See how he’s dancing for the sheer love of bacon? That song he’s jamming to is written by one of the Society’s favorite rock stars and product reviewers, Parry Gripp. You may know Parry as a lovable Nerfherder, or perhaps you’re familiar with one of his many brilliant jingles written for those of us about to shop. You can also find about a jillion YouTube videos of cartoon characters and teenaged kids dancing their brains out to Do You Like Waffles?

But for the moment, let’s forget all that. It’s time for bacon.

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I used to have a roommate who religiously did the wake & bake, something I found pretty irritating most days, since he had to walk through my bedroom to get to the bathroom for his morning shower. (Worst house design EVER.) And he had to be at work by 7:00 a.m. every day. (Worst job EVER.) And so at 6:30 every morning my room would fill with the smell of morning bong hits and I would roll over and cover my head with a pillow.

If only my roommate was a Mathlete and had come up with this awesome invention. Suddenly he would have had someone to wake & bake with every day! This is a great idea, and check out the awesome piggy design! Yes, this simple looking alarm clock wakes you to the smell of sizzling bacon, making it easier to get up on the right side of the bed on a daily basis. If only Michael Scott had known about this technology. Everyone could have been saved a lot of pain.

I’ve checked out some of the comments on the web about this device, and I’ll tell you what…people can be serious nay-sayers! I, for one, find this invention to be both delicious and adorable. Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem to actually be on the market, but I bet the designer (matt@mathlete.com) would be willing to consider a custom build for you. Seriously, a bacon alarm clock?! I’d call that a dream upon waking.

Thanks to Mike Z. for this fantastic find!

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It’s a question as old as time: to meat, or not to meat. I know lots of vegetarians, and just as many former vegetarians who fell off the old meat-wagon. If you were struggling to control your carnivorous instincts, can you think of any smell that would ruin you as quickly as bacon? I can’t. And that’s why Bacon must always be the arch-enemy of Tofu, the champion of Soy, the mother of all bean products.

Now we can all have a reminder of this eternal struggle on our knick knack shelves, thanks to the good folks at Archie McPhee. The masters of making kitsch out of the most common or even sacred objects of our lives, McPhee does not disappoint with these poseable action figures. Mr. Bacon and Monsieur Tofu may be small and vinyl, but they represent the internal conflict that lives in the hearts of many of our fellow beings.

And to those of you endeavoring to solve the great riddle, I suggest you stick with the tofu. More bacon for me.

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Could there be two more heavenly words than bacon and pizza? And I don’t mean that Canadian variety so popular with the pineapples. I’m talking fat-marbled, skillet-fried, greasy, delicious bacon. According to Serious Eats’ Slice report, Famous Original Ray’s in NYC has made my pizza dreams come true.

Don’t axe me about the broccoli? spinach? something green and white pizza next to it. I couldn’t be less interested. Let’s hear more about a giant thin-crust pizza with nothing but cheese and bacon to keep it warm in my belly. This image is going to cause my salivary glands to tighten every time I think of it.

There’s a pretty great New York-style pizza place in my neighborhood. I might just have to take this photo to them and see if they bite. If they do, there will be a lot more pizza nights at my house.

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