Thursday, October 08, 2009

Thou Art What Thou Eateth

While shopping with Sylvia tonight, I came up with a breakfast sandwich to express First-world gluttony and excess:

Three buttermilk pancakes, a slice of ham, four strips of bacon, a generous helping of maple syrup and two pats of butter sandwiched between two pieces of French toast.


With the right pitch, I'll bet I could get this on the menu at Denny's. I'm thinking of calling it the Catastrophe or maybe the Carbon Footprint, but I invite creative alternatives.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Earl, you must trademark this tout suite!!!!!!!!! The Americans will gobble this up.
Syl

Sean Woods said...

How about "The Buttermilk Bacon Bomber?"

Stephen Fitzpatrick said...

When I was working for GW in Ontario, a catering truck would bring around an assortment of foods both tasty and sketchy a couple of times a day, including breakfast. The guiltiest pleasure was a sandwich piled high with bacon (like, an inch thick in the centre), topped with a slice of process cheese and served between two slices of french toast.

I've made them at home a couple times, mostly for a lark, but as tasty as they are, I never feel good after I've eaten them. Not ill, just somehow guilty.

With regards to selling yours, I recommend replacing either the pancakes or french toast with breakfast sausage; Americans like their meat (cf. BK Stacker), and hey, they might be watching their carbs, right? ; )

Colin Dunn said...

Sounds like a McGriddle