There’s a new sandwich shop in town. I love to try new places, especially sandwich shops and this one is a winner. They have a gimmick and it’s a great one. The name of the place is Walk-Away Treats. I popped in a couple weeks after it opened and ordered a Belgian waffle bacon, turkey, goat cheese sandwich. It sounded delicious, and it was but there was an unexpected surprise waiting.
“Can I interest you in some walk-away bacon?”
“Huh! What? Wait!” I scratched my head. “I understand
each of the words individually, but the phrase is confusing.”
The clerk reached in the oven and pulled out a crisp piece of
bacon. “Let me explain. All customers can have a piece of
bacon when they make a purchase. You know . . . to eat as
they walk-away.”
“Wow! What an innovative idea.” I held out my hand. “Yes, please. I’ll take one.”
He handed me the bacon strip. “It has brown sugar on it.”
I took a bite. “That’s yummy.”
“Tomorrow we’re making peppered bacon, thick slices.” He smiled. “Last week we
had chocolate dipped.”
“Really! Are you doing that this week?”
“Maybe, but I know we’re having cinnamon flavored on Thursday.”
“Wow! I think I love this place.” I took another bite of my walk-away snack. “I’d
bring my wife over, but she’s vegetarian.”
“Oh! We have great veggie sandwiches, and we’ll give her a strip of walk-away faken
bacon.”
“Oh! Canadian bacon?”
“No, that’s still meat. Ours is made with organic vegetables.”
“Seems unfair that I get real bacon but a vegetarian gets faken bacon.”
“That’s just the way it is.” He waved his hand in a sweeping motion. “It’s called
walk-away bacon, so you should be walking away.” He grinned. “See you Thursday.”
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