David Lebovitz visits Porchetta

Photo from David Lebovitz
I love David Lebovitz. I always have. I always will.

(Four years ago, he said he was going to marry me. Danny came along. David lives in Paris. We moved on.)

Normally, if you think of David Lebovitz, you think of baked goods. (And hilarious writing.) However, the man has good taste in all foods. I trust him.

So when he wrote this post about his visit to Porchetta, a small restaurant in Manhattan that serves only roast pork? I was salivating, immediately.

Then I read this paragraph:

“When you walk in to Porchetta, there’s not much in the way of fancy decor. Which is fine, because under glass are oversized humps of roast pork resting under the warm lamps and that’s all I want to look at. I was gazing at those bundles of glowing meat like a new parent gazing at his firstborn sleeping soundly in an incubator. This isn’t just pork that’s been cooked forever until soft and meaty—it’s about the crust…oh, the crust! If you have any doubts that God exists, if you take a bite of this pig skin, you may see something resembling a divine presence. (And if I did have a baby, wouldn’t that be some sort of miracle, too…)”

Oh my. We have to go to Porchetta when we go to New York in September. HAVE TO GO.

You will want to go too, when you go on over to David’s post and look at the photographs.

If you are reading this anywhere near New York, will you go to Porchetta and tell us about it? Thanks.