Went to brunch with a friend this morning. When we inquired about whether or not they had bacon (restaurants here often don’t, or don’t really know what proper bacon is), they said not yet, but someone had just gone to pick some up.
Five minutes later, a staff member came through the courtyard to the kitchen with a wheelbarrow.
Oh. Well allrighty then. I always wondered what a skinned pig looks like.
The bacon was delicious.