I'm a sucker for a good terrine, because in my heart of hearts, I know I'll never be the kind of gal who will take the time to press meaty off-bits into a sliceable miracle of natural gelatins and tender shreds.
So this item was a Quadruple Threat for me as I skimmed the menu at Franny's on a fine spring day: Pork Cheek? Beef Tongue? Terrine? AND a pun?
Yes, please!
And, dear readers, I had the same thought that you did upon spying this for the first time. This looks like...Spam. Fancypants Spam. Spam with spats and a pedigree.
Which is exactly what it tasted like. Being from the Spamtacular State of Hawaii, this is by no means a negative association. It was a luscious mosaic of faces, meaty and savory, the lean muscle of the beef tongue gelled together by the richness of the pork cheek.
[In a perfect world: Tongue and Cheek and Egg breakfast sandwiches. 'Twould be a heady glut of calories and sexy metaphors to face in the morning.]
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franny's
295 Flatbush Avenue
Brooklyn NY 11217
718 230 0221
Gussie: If you ain't eatin' Wham, you ain't eatin' ham.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0040613/quotes?qt0330530
From "Mr Blandings Builds His Dream House."
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Posted by: Lifeofthemind | May 17, 2011 at 09:37 AM