November 20, 2012 by Emily Pergament
An urban grocery store. No more than 5,000 square feet. Still, I am precise in my tastes. I am a man who knows what he wants.
A thought enters my mind. Nay, a taste. A specific taste.
But not just any pork. Pork with a refined taste. A taste that lingers. A taste that only can be described as…
How do you like your pork?