racist gumbo

Today for lunch I consumed gumbo and a baked potato with bacon, cheese and sour cream. If gumbo equals tomato soup with one piece of okra, some rice, red pepper shards and what looked like sausage skin, then this soup was the definition of gumbo and I hate gumbo. However, something tells me gumbo is not to blame.

The potato was pretty great, rubber-band bacon and chewy skin aside. Tragically, Dave the Irrational Sandwich Guy placed the sour cream next to the cheese next to the bacon like fucking neopolitan ice cream.

2 stars.