The waiter came back with the order
of six pieces of bacon
three inches thick
and more like small steaks
than we could have imagined.
“Jesus Christ, that’s good,”
she said, while I continued
nodding, chewing and drooling
all at once.

Later
the butter-drenched steak
was zealously devoured
though we saved room
for the cheesecake.
It was a big meal

and a long one.
We’d entered the place on Friday
but didn’t get the car back
until Saturday
at which point we forgot to tip the valet.
Next time, maybe.

On the way home
we might have hit a vagrant
or possibly a few.
All told
it was a good day
for two bad Jews.