Ever since the cousins took me to The Whole Ox (see here), I’ve been obsessing about the Porchetta sandwich. So much so that today, I had to try one (dunno why it’s call Porchetta-boutit Doug, but what’s in a name).
Pink, smoky, fatty goodness, with a generous portion of cracklings on top. The socks flew off. I’m addicted.
Enjoy. Eat well.
The Mouse