November 2009 San Francisco
The event billed as “Petting Zoo” was was sold out when I arrived, but of course this did not stop me: “You don’t understand. I need to be here.” I stood my ground. The organizers finally relented, and I weaseled my way in.
Think Meat. There was a pig on a spit out in the alley off Folsom Street, behind the aptly named Bloodhound bar. I kind of scowled at it, since it was lacking all legs, shoulders, hams and knuckles, the best parts. Meanwhile, I savored the complimentary bacon-enhanced whiskey concoction and watched two chefs at two tables butcher a goat and a sheep, in different ways. Trays of meat floated around during all of this: blood sausage, fresh chitterlings, rabbit/duck/olive meatballs basted in internal pig fat, beer sausage, chorizo, and other unidentifiable meaty nuggets. Still, I was thinking “All you can eat? Yeah, right. I’ve heard this before.” (more…)
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