The gargantuan pork knuckle had the oft-fatty and juicily moist tenderness of a dragon-boater's bicep, and shed its layers with the relaxed effortlessness of duck confit...or the above-mentioned dragon-boater if he happens to be a member of any dragonboat team with a name involving an object of impalement. 3.8/5
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This was a hosted meal, courtesy of Phat Cat Laundry.