When piecing together a particularly crazy night, there are a lot of questions. Was it really necessary to drink through all three Sunday football games? Did I actually get that girl's number? Where are my pants? But there's no question about what you need the next morning: the loving caress of greasy meat and melted cheese. Sandwiches like this cronut bacon breakfast burger are worth getting up from the fetal position on your futon, putting on your darkest sunglasses, and braving the outdoors.