Some stories just need remark because they lead themselves to the obvious joke:
The Haight-Ashbury district was all about peace and love until bacon entered the picture.
The trouble began in May, when this city’s health department shut down a popular restaurant called Bacon Bacon after neighbors’ complaints caused a permit delay. The neighbors’ concern: the scent of bacon grease was blowin’ in the wind.
I already made the obvious joke in the headline. I have nothing more than the obvious.
