Yummm. The salivating aroma of bacon wafted out of a doorway normally reserved for the vilest odors. Inside, clever hobo ingenuity conspired to craft a warm, delicious breakfast. I took advantage of the opportunity and recharged my phone.
Yummm. The salivating aroma of bacon wafted out of a doorway normally reserved for the vilest odors. Inside, clever hobo ingenuity conspired to craft a warm, delicious breakfast. I took advantage of the opportunity and recharged my phone.
Possibly the most pointless post at Mission Mission ever. Slow weekend?
i dunno. i walked into the public restroom by the bball courts and whole place smelled of delicious bacon. there was this hobo dude chilling in there frying it up on the george foreman pictured. i thought it was pretty funny.
If it’s so pointless, then why comment?
Slow weekend?
Not pointless; HI-LARIOUS! Also, perhaps food-trending proof that bacon has jumped the shark.
Sick!!
Could rancid hobo bacon prepared in the most vile of places be the next hot trend for Foodies in SF? Only 7×7 knows for sure.
So thaaaat’s where they cook the bacon on monday’s at Pop’s
eww, he doesn’t even have the grease-collecting trough set up. Someone’s gonna slip on that bacon fat