When downtown smells like bacon frying
Not long before dawn, outside the Davenport Hotel.
It's not every morning. But some days, thanks to vigorous kitchen venting, those headed west on Sprague pass through a distinct Bacon Belt.
Not long before dawn, outside the Davenport Hotel.
It's not every morning. But some days, thanks to vigorous kitchen venting, those headed west on Sprague pass through a distinct Bacon Belt.
The online home for Paul Turner's musings and interactions with disciples of The Slice.