I really didn't. I rarely even have it back home. But then again, you always want what you can't have, don't you? It hit me, just now, as I ate some chicken wonton soup. It was just not the same. Not the same at all.
A couple of weeks ago I ordered breakfast and it came with weiners. Probably chicken weiners.
On Tuesday I went into a local cafe to get lunch. The fellow there proceeded to list off the menu items (as there did not appear to be an actual menu, more of a fluid thing, I guess): "chicken club, tuna salad, BLT - "
My eyes must have widened, because he stopped, smiled, and said "but without bacon."
I said, "so an LT?"
He didn't get it.
Anyway, I had chicken salad. And continue to dream about, well, you know. Apparently I can get pork, somewhere. And I think I will.
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