Get a load of this thing. And come forth ye who prefer your bacon crispy – disrespected and ravaged to resemble the petrified remains of some recently unearthed, archaic dog treat – and explain yourself. The sanjy pictured above is from the deli down the street from my job. If I don't get this I get fruit. However the fruit, while it feels like the REASONABLE thing to eat, does very little to fill the merciless void of my famished gut. So post-fruit, in order to deal with my gastrointestinal dissatisfaction, I will generally shove however many fun size Snickers bars and salted pretzel rods into my mouth as it takes to elevate me to a level of dietary content.