Feeting Time

I ate some piggy feet at the Vanderbilt last night. It was sort of all chopped up and formed into a loosely packed square "patty," and then battered and fried, crab cake style. So no toenails or anything. It was okay. I took a picture on my phone but it didn't turn out. Needless to say, I look incredibly young this morning.

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Preliminary Thoughts

The Pigs Feet Restaurant is super good. I might actually have trouble eating PF's anywhere else, actually. Thoughts? Leave them in comments!

Quick Link

Some of you may have seen this before, but it's always good to have a little refresher.

Update concerning where the restaurant is at again

A reader emails:

is anyone else coming? 8 pm at the place.

61 Grove St NEW YORK, NY 10014

(bet. Bleecker St. & 7th Ave S)

Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile

Indeed.

It's PF Day!

Don't forget, everyone, today's the day we go to that old Pig's Feet Restaurant. I call it PF Day. PF stands, of course, for Pigs Feet!

Mailbag!

Emma writes: "Your blog is lovely. But I would appreciate some more comments enlightening me as to the taste, texture, and general experience of eating pig's feet."

I'll let everyone else weigh in in comments, but thanks for this email. The answer is that the taste, texture, and general experience of eating pig's feet is awesome!

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