Bacon Bash
#1
Posted 31 May 2012 - 07:13 PM
Why live your life when you could curate it?
At the Sign of the Pink Pig
#2
Posted 31 May 2012 - 08:13 PM
#3
Posted 31 May 2012 - 08:24 PM
All my bacon seemed to fly away.
Now it looks as though it's here to stay.
Oh, I had bacon, yesterday.
Why live your life when you could curate it?
At the Sign of the Pink Pig
#4
Posted 01 June 2012 - 02:44 PM
Another pork-related smackdown. Anyone going? You can make me rich by using "pinkpig" as a code to secure a 20% discount. More info here.
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#5
Posted 13 June 2012 - 01:50 AM
Contrast this to Rutt's Hut, an old school Jersey hot dog legend. You can't even get across the parking lot without encountering pigeons who are so bold that they try to take bites of hot dogs from people who are walking to their cars. These pigeons are so brazen that they routinely shake down rats for lunch money.
hotdoglover, describing the well known Clifton NJ dog house
#6
Posted 13 June 2012 - 01:38 PM
What is there left to say about the
Great GoogaMooga,BACON BASH the haute-bourgeois food festival that pitched its painstakingly art-directed tents in Brooklyn's Prospect Park last weekend? Saddled with an embarrassing name and an annoying premise—to gather chefs from New York’s most overexposed blogger-approved restaurants in an orgy of food worship—the festival invited ridicule from the outset and subsequently took every single opportunity to justify that initial disdain.TheGreat GoogaMoogaBACON BASH took its cues from giant music festivals like Coachella and Bonnaroo, where young people gather in distant fields to hear bands they already know play songs with which they're already familiar. The organizers invited almost every single New York-based vendor you'd expect, as if the invitee roster had been determined by taking a quick look atAndy Cohen’s credit card statements. There was Crif Dogs, which sells in-your-face hot dogs in Brooklyn and the East Village; Red Rooster Harlem, run by celebrity chef Marcus Samuelsson; Momofuku Milk Bar, which is perhaps the best-known dessert place in the nation; Mile End, a Brooklyn delicatessen that features 28 major-media write-ups on its website’s “Press” page.
It’s worth asking what the point of this was. At music festivals, the bands hail from around the world, and the fun comes in watching bands that you might not otherwise get a chance to see live. But New Yorkers don’t need to wait for the stars to align to visit most of the restaurants that were featured atGoogaMoogaBACON BASH. They’re already accessible—in fact, the distance between the East Village locations of Luke’s Lobster and South Brooklyn Pizza, to name two of the festival’s well-known vendors, is less than the distance between their respectiveGoogaMoogaBACON BASH tents. What’s more, the tent-based version of their food is almost guaranteed to be worse than the restaurant version. It’s hard to make restaurant-quality food in a park; near impossible to do it quickly, consistently, and in sufficient quantities to satisfy thousands and thousands of judgmental foodies.












