"Living Piggy Lives" in New York City

I received a savory lead from my gastronomically inclined mother yesterday. An invaluable lead, I should add, on where to find the perfect pig snoot sandwich!

Perhaps you already salivated through Eleanor Randolph's "On Being Unable to Resist Heart-Stopping Barbecue", but if you missed it and are yearning for "a retreat to the earliest and most basic human cravings", then it's time to plan your next visit to New York City. Randolph has found some real gems. "These smoky food dens seem antiurban and faintly uncivilized,... [they] have the feel of a fraternity house basement."

So, what are you waiting for? Hurry and book a flight, book a hotel, and head on down to Righteous Urban Barbecue (known as R.U.B. amongst the "Big Apple" barbecue cognoscenti). Or if you're one of those poached salmon and arugula grazing snobs that turns up your snoot at the grubbier and delicious-er delights, then maybe you're waiting for a little justification:

"We cut down on smoking, try to drink responsibly, drive safely, filter the water, scrub the air, wash our hands, recycle just about everything and eat our fiber... So maybe we need to do something that is not altogether wholesome. Maybe we humans need something like the culinary answer to bungee jumping - an Oreo covered in sweet batter and then deep-fried to a seductively unhealthy perfection."

Culinary bungee jumping? Deep fat fried Oreos?!?! What are you waiting for? I'm off to grab a platter of baby back ribs slathered in Memphis barbecue sauce. Thanks, Mom...