There's a rather hilarious review of the new This Little Piggy Had Roast Beef shop on First Avenue near Ninth Street over at The Awl. Here's part of the exchange between Balk and Choire:
BALK: I am a man who LIKES HIS SALT. And I've got to say?
BALK: That roast beef was SALTY. Like, if I'm ever going to have that heart attack I've been working up to, it's gonna be today.
Choire: Yes. I actually don't… I don't feel right?
BALK: Are you getting the tingling thing down the arm?
Choire: No! Though I did have that the other night? I mean, I feel bad, not in the way, like, OMG BAD MEAT? But like, "Oh I have a cup of salt inside me that I cannot dilute even with this 33.8 ounce container of seltzer!"
Choire: The sneaky thing is: we didn't realize this WHILE we were eating!
Choire: Which is what makes the sandwich magical.
BALK: I know, it just tasted great!
BALK: And then… jdkvngekjrgvbsvbjjvk.
BALK: So I guess we should tell the roast beef fans of New York that they will enjoy this sandwich, but they should call their cardiologist in advance?
2 comments:
Went today for lunch. Meat was very good, roll was very good, "au jus" (as they call it) was good but there should have been twice as much.
But. Not anywhere NEAR as salty as the merry folk at The Awl would have us believe. I actually had to add salt to the meat. But I didn't have the Cheez Whiz or the mozza, so perhaps that added to the salt count.
Or maybe I'm just too brined to notice.
The fries were real fries, I may say, and excellent. Though I don't love them as much as I love Nathan's fries from the 14th Street store. But then those aren't REAL fries, so I guess it's a toss-up.
And I do wish Balk and Choire would not use question marks to punctuate the ends of sentences. Upspeak must be discouraged as much as possible, and I'm sure you know what I mean.
Thanks for the report, hippiechick... Good to hear about the salt, too -- because I just haven't found the right cardiologist yet...
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