Guess what? There's an intense taste to a Voodoo Doughnut bacon maple bar. It's like a battle in your mouth. At least in mine. Like reptiles and samurai, they battle but they never die, at least until they dissolve in your stomach. (Like so.)
The thing is, it's substantial bacon on top. These ain't McDonald's bacon wisps, molecule-thick and leached of all grease. My doughnut had four short-to-long pieces on top of it. Decent thickness to the maple below it, too. They skimp not.
I had an errand that I ran to the part of downtown Portland that's near the original Voodoo Doughnut right around lunch, and the line was short enough that it was worth my time to wait. I got that, finally, and to have something more like my typical doughnut diet I also got a raspberry-filling doughnut called a Raspberry Romeo. Just in case the fabled Bacon Maple Bar somehow disappointed.
I was not disappointed. A little taken aback, because as much as I like sweet and as much as I like savory, I don't usually combine them that boldly. The Raspberry Romeo is closer to what I usually get at Voodoo Doughnut, so I knew that would be good. And it was, once I had it later, when I was done with my day of work.
I was tempted to ask the guy who sold me my doughnuts if bacon maple bars are good heated up. Hey, bacon's good hot, doughnuts can be good hot, so what would reheating this do? Maybe that's an experiment for another time. Meanwhile, I've increased my Portland cred by finally having one of those calorie bombs.
Yeah, yendi, I'd think you'd like this. And if you're ever in Portland, I'd get you to both Voodoo Doughnut and, within sight of its downtown location, Big-Ass Sandwiches, maybe for its Pork Hammer (described here).