I'm not talking about a sandwich or pizza. Balling up sticky rice and scooping up a bite of Som Tum. Tearing off the tail of a crawfish and pressing just right on the end to push out the meat. Heck, even stripping every bit of flesh off a bone-in chicken wing.
It's a ritual that slows and forces appreciation for the food.
tearing them apart with your hands and poppin them down your gullet like a squirrel or small bird. makes you feel in tune with a more primal form of eating
One of my favorite places in New York. Artists doing weird shit for cheap, it’s freaky, it’s inspiring, it’s accessible. Last time I was there I watched a girl sing all of Hamilton naked drinking wine <3
