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.
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
