Upon our arrival in Sri Lanka, I was in search for two things:
- Pork, more specifically Bacon
We quickly found a bar on the beach, and started enjoying the first of many beers, however they didn’t have bacon. We stumbled down the beach until we came to another bar/restaurant called Koko’s on the Beach. It’s a little family run place owned by a super cool British guy, his Sri Lankan wife, and their two daughters. One of their daughters was about 2 years old, and her job was to bring us our beers. One time her mother brought out a round for us, and the little girl burst into tears because SHE wanted to bring them to us! It kind of made me excited to have a 2-year old kid one day to run back-and-forth to the fridge for me 😉
I noticed on the menu at Koko’s that they had a bacon cheeseburger. I asked the owner if the bacon was pork, and when she confirmed, I told her that we wanted a plate of JUST bacon! Her english wasn’t the best, and she kept double checking that she heard me right, “you want 10 pieces of bacon?” I smiled and said yes, however all I could think of in my head was: Yes lady! I haven’t had a piece of pork in 4 months, goooo!!!!!
Minutes later, her husband brought out a plate full of the best bacon that I have ever had! It was greasy, grizzly, crispy, and fucking delicious! (sorry for the language mom). I kind of felt like the dog in this video when he was carrying it out to us.
The owner was baffled at my order, and started asking, “why so much bacon?” After explaining that we lived in a Muslim country and that pork was illegal, he felt so bad for us that he didn’t even want to charge us for it. We slipped him some money, and returned again a few days later for another plate of bacon!