this evening randall and i went to bloodhound -- which i think is my favorite bar in the city. rockstar butcher ryan farr and his posse of merry pork-wielding men and women were creating an amazing feast they called "petting zoo." i know, i know, what an awful name. but you know what? i find it funny. what else do you call an event where they butcher and then grill up a goat and a lamb -- telling you all about the cuts they're making and the seasonings they're using - and then serve you everything, including rabbit patties and an eight-hour roasted on a spit pig. four animals = petting zoo. it also equals delicious. doesn't my pig pal just look tasty?
ps. this isn't the first time this year that i ended up covered in pig fat while at a bar. what exactly does this say about me?
