Better Luck Tomorrow
We went out for drinks. I’m so fucking angry… I can’t even handle this. I’m not even gonna tell a story like usual.
We went out and had a drink with friends at Better Luck Tomorrow. I wasn’t even hungry! They told me to order the lamb belly. I like lamb, I like belly. I should like the lamb belly. It was slow braised and delicate then dredged in batter. It was pungent and quick fried to make the breading light and crispy. There were whole cumin seeds and a sweet syrup tossed to give it another level of contrast and depth, god damn it.
Then, once it was perfect, they topped it with a bouquet of singed bitter herbs and pepper slices. It was spicy and sweet and salty and complex and quite possibly the best thing I’ve eaten this fucking year. I’m so angry! On a scale of Tip-The-Hat (low) and Shank-The-Chef (high) I’m gonna have to construct some new, mechanical means by which to shank people ‘cause the Chef at Better Luck Tomorrow is getting shanked so hard his friends and family are gonna feel it. Then, after he’s been shanked, I’m gonna revive him, let him heal up, and shank his ass again. Oh. MY. GOD! Go here, eat the lamb. Do it and shut up! You’re welcome.
Keeping the world in balance.
Have you ever eaten something so delicious it made you angry?