If any of you grew up poor, then you know exactly what this is. Heaven. This is Hardee’s new breakfast sammie. It’s only $1.89 and it has to be scrumptious. I’m pissed there aren’t any Hardee’s up here in NYC. I used to loooove me a fried bologna sandwich except we used to just have it on toast with yellow mustard. Yum. These gave me all the energy a little 7 year old needed to kick Chad, the bully’s ass, start a membership-only club under the pine trees (minutes kept in unicorn Trapper Keeper), and save baby birds who fell out of their nests (Chad buried one of my rescues alive in the sandbox, thus necessitating yet another ass-kicking from me).