I copped this BLT with a fried egg from Wichcraft a few days ago. On the back of the menu there's like this 40 page essay about the uniqueness of the bacon they use. About how the pig it's made from was given a hot stone massage for like six years while listening to Sade albums on repeat. This thing tasted like every other mediocre BLT I've ever had. Cut the shit, Colicchio.