His brassy name tag read “Frank,” and Frank was all that stood between me and my bacon-encrusted ice cream.
It was on the Burbank Burger King menu for only a few hours, but none had yet asked for the plat du jour, the bacon sundae.
Then Frank met me, the guy whose middle name on Facebook is Bacon.
He cracked a smile as he punched the order — one sundae for me and one for my wife.
“You’ll have to let me know how it is,” he mused.
I may have imagined the whispers that soon circulated among the cooking staff as the unorthodox marriage of salty and sweet was consummated.
The manager himself undertook the task. He combined vanilla custard mixed with pig-fat crumbles, and slathered on some chocolate and caramel sauces. Then to proclaim to everyone with certainty the identity of this mythic dessert, he inserted a strip of bacon that waved like a crimson flag suspended in the zero gravity of a soft-serve moon.