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It's Wednesday June the 6 around 10:29PM and

Gastropod and the magic of $15 bacon taste

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Since Urban Diner called me out for my shameless and pathetic excuses for not blogging - I completely agree with the coined term 'slothtrodden' Morrison! (It's on, sir! Let's hit the town soon you cheeky bastard!) Really, I do - I answer with a trip to Gastropod and a timely review with the $15 dollar 'bacon' taste still in my belly.

But seriously. Gastropod (1938 West 4th Avenue). I didn't know what to think - I mean the constant buzz of the West 4th foodie explosion is enough to just write off crossing any bridges, but then again, why not - they serve Le Vieux Pin wine which is secret code for yummy, I've heard (more on this later, trust me). The brightness of the space - and what my friend Kasia called the clinical "The Handmaid's Tale" uniforms of the waitstuff were a bit much. But the food. Good lord. I think my tastebuds are drunk.

The Salmon Tar Tar was excellent, and anytime - and I mean ANYTIME - you have something that is as ridiculously tasty as the smoked veal sweetbreads - like I said the best $15 piece of bacon. Evah - you have to just abide. The Duck Sous Vide was pretty unreal, but the Lamb loin sausage was particularly insane. Ya, sure, I'll go back to having hot dogs after that? Serve with Malbec and discussion of current politics of Poland and William L. Shirer's classic and voila!

PS: The lemon tarte, however unnecessary, was absolutely ridiculous. Honestly, "lemon tyme ice milk" and fresh basil. You're out of control. Eating this basically made question my place in the universe. Okay, that overstates the facts a bit. But you get the idea.

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