The cookie tin was most definitely dipped into (10 times plus) and the pant sizes running two sizes too small. But all in all, the 4896923057 miles of walking, dealing with the unreliable L train including the unhappy campers on the L train platform, and moving boxes (1 puffy mattress padding) up and down the stairs proved most effective in counteracting those gut busters!
After our little 4 hour Costco escapade, the pizza and fountain beverage had long worn off from our system, leaving us in search for a treat in the East Village. Caracas Arepas bar immediately came to mind. Apparently, all of New York had the same thought process. Needless to say, we ran off and escaped to the pork heavens of Porchetta! Praise the lord!
Just as packed but somehow we managed (hypnotized) to stay. Pork was in the air. Bodies were huddled around the four seated diners. More bodies poured into the 5 by 5 space. Two men, standing, teared apart their plated pork goodies with hardly an exchange words. Just smiles and nods of approval. Pork worshipers... I was ready. Make me believe.
Golden, warm, and bare bones (just pork!), it arrives. The holy Porschetta sandwich. And instantly attacked from the left.
Porchetta Sandwich from Porchetta, NY NY
Crunchy, savory, fennel-y. It got it going on.
The people definitely got it right on this one.
As we sat there and window watched the passer-byers, all we could think of was:
"There is money to be made in the sandwich business. This is a gold mine".
Unfortunately, eating the all-star sandwich fogged our senses and thought patterns.
I'm a believer. This sandwich is here to stay.
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment