It's 106 miles to Snook . . .

. . . we've got a full tank of gas, a half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark and we're wearing sunglasses. Hit it.

Well, no cigarettes, and no sunglasses after dark, but it was about 106 miles to Snook and it took almost a full tank of gas, but some colleagues from DC (who are also bacon addicts) were in town for a meeting, so we went to Sodolak's in Snook Monday night for dinner. Started with the Chicken Fried Bacon Strips appetizers. We were expecting about 3 strips per order. It was six or seven. With gravy. Holy cow, was that good! Light, crisp - not soggy at all. Well worth the four hours of driving. Entrees? Bacon-wrapped filets, of course. Baked potatoes - butter, sour cream, shredded cheddar and, what else, bacon bits. I've pretty much decided there's no reason to have any course of any meal without some form of bacon. We skipped dessert.

Good thing I had my annual physical with all the blood tests that morning. Three words of advice - go to Snook.