Offensive to Vegetarians: My breath smelled like pork
Last night, went to Momofuku for Robyn’s dinner-gathering-thingie and met some of her friends. Alex B. from Vassar was also there. Poor Alex, maybe 2 out of the 25+ dishes at that place had some meat product in it and Alex is a vegetarian. Also unfortunate was that the main attraction, 5 pounds of roasted and marinated pork was placed in the center of table, right in front of him. But Alex seemed like he had a good time, and unlike the rest of us, the pork fat won’t go to his thighs.
Other yummy courses were a tofu-y, egg-custard like dish with tuna roe, a mushroom salad with radishes, bread with exotic butter, and veal sweetbreads, fried califlower, and whipped tofu, tapicoa, topped with furikeke and urchin. Apparently veal sweetbreads aren’t really bread, but thymus glands. Sounds gross, but it was delish. Prolly because of all the fat and brain chemicals. I also had a glass of come Cava-something Rose wine, which went surprisingly well with the dinner.
I never really had any of the above dishes, so all the tastes were new. It’s a pleasant sensation, eating something you’ve never eaten (assuming it was good). At the end of dinner, Robyn passed out hazelnut chocolate. She and her friends then went to go get gelato. I didn’t go along, because I already had some frozen dessert earlier that day with Jason at Pinkberry. I have my limits.
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