Dave's Killer Bread

If you haven't tried Dave's Killer Bread yet, you are a German bag! A deutsche bag, as we say in the industry. It's a world music thing.

Anyway - here is how we know it is great fantastic bread. Last night my gal and I were bored and lazing around the house. Usually this is when I make a run to Plaid Pantry nearby to pick up some candy or beer (for myself). But on this occasion it was agreed upon that we would forgo the candy and go straight to the DAVE'S KILLER BREAD! Jesus Christ, if that isn't a sign I don't know what is.

I have waited so long to try this bread. I had taken many a gander on every visit to Fred Meyer ... but I couldn't get over that $5.25 price tag. That is a shite load for bread ... especially for someone who has been underemployed since last July.

However, I beat up a bunch of squares downtown last night and stole all their money and went to Freddy's to buy some bread!

Juuuuust kidding. That is what the OLD Dave would have done, and he's learned enough lessons for all of us!

If you check out his web site there is this gnarly recreation of his life of old ... his meth dealings and the way he used to beat people senseless for drugs and money. Usually that kind of thing turns me off when I think about potential bread suppliers ... but then I thought how he was mostly beating up other drug dealers so I got over it quickly.

But the guy has a great life story ... and he makes great bread. It's healthy, full of omega 3's and seed and whole wheat germs and all that hippie dippy shite that adds years to your life.

Course, I say that as I am pounding down the Rolling Rock - straight outta old Latrobe! The worst beer in the world except for when it is on sale.

In conclusion, I hope that in the very least the people tracking Dave's Killer Bread and Rolling Rock ... the kids working at some far off PR agency ... can at least enjoy my meanderings and perhaps hunger ... HUNGER for the stuff. The stuff being Fenbi. Seriously, check us out ...