I know April is for loving pork but...

Whilst reading the latest issue of Gourmet Traveller, I was informed that April is the International Festival of Pork.

I experienced something last Friday that pretty much pushed the boundary of loving pork, and well, put me off the meat for a good few days.  Well I do love it and I was back on it by today.

After a great dinner at Pizza e Birra Surry Hills, and bottle of wine with the Smiz, we met up with another pal of ours Hollywood.  Hollywood is this great gal I have known for years now, back in the days of Chinese Laundry, where she reminded me that during her first shift with me I was severely hungover.  Yes I was, I do remember taking a drinks order and by the time I went to make them I forgot what the order was.  And kids, don't try this at home but I am pretty sure I took a valium or two before my shift.

Back to the story of my weird pork encounter.  We went over to a bar called The Passage in Darlinghurst and decided to order some margaritas.

I say:  "Can you make a Tommy's Margarita?"
He says: "No but I can make you a Pork Margarita"

Hollywood's face lit up and my mouth stayed open for longer than it should.  The Smiz was socialising as she does but we decided to order her one anyway.

Pork Margarita:
Pork fat infused in tequila with a crackling and salt rim

Ok so it sounded interesting, so we decided to try it.  Curiosity got the better of us.

First taste, the tiniest sip ever.

- Hmm slight taste of smokey bacon.

Second taste, a slightly bigger sip.

- It's like a cheese and bacon ball dipped in tequila.

Alarm bells started ringing in my head when I saw a thin film of fat floating on my drink.

I say: "how much cholesterol is in this drink?"
He says: "none"

Somehow I don't believe him.

Hollywood loved it.

Smiz was not so sure.

I on the other hand got us a round of Ocho to cleanse our palate.