On a recent visit to Tasty and Sons, a local brunch spot, a lot of food was consumed. There were omelets that disappeared, biscuits and gravy that vansihed, and polenta with sausage ragu, mozzarella and a fried egg that was gone in the blink of an eye. Even the pork cutlets, shakshuka, french toast, chocolate potato doughnuts, and burmese red pork stew were only on the table for a short while. I should mention that all of the food is served tapas style, and that we were all exquisitely hung over. When all was said and done, and all of the coffee mugs were empty, a strange vibration shot through the table. Simultaneously, everyone at the table started thinking the same thing: "We should try the bacon cheeseburger." Hellza yeah we should. And we did. And it was poetry on a bun..