...that I've ever had in my life was consumed yesterday in the restaurant at Yorkshire Sculpture Park.

A massive pile of homemade chips, with the skins still on, covered in sea salt.
A perfectly poached egg.
Two pieces of bacon about half an inch thick each, still sizzling, incredibly salty and tender. Even the fat was edible without being burned to a crisp first.

I was in HEAVEN.

They also put a pile of rocket on the plate and a tub of tarrogon mayo but these were ignored - the first because it was green, and because it wasn't wilted in any way and that is the only way I will eat rocket, and the second because it was too overpowering and I couldn't taste the AMAZING BACON. I had to wipe my fork on the till reciept to get rid of the stuff.

I want it again. That bacon, those chips, NOW. And I can't. I hate my life.