Why did I think getting to the Taste of Williamsburg three hours after it started would be acceptable? For future reference, and if you couldn’t read into the rhetoricalness (is that a word?) of that last sentence, it’s not. I walked into the street festival, immediately sought out the Fatty ‘Cue stand and talked with Dave (whom I met earlier this week with The NYC Food Guy and Andy from Wined and Dined), he said they went through three goats already.
THREE WHOLE FUCKING GOATS!
I just typed in “goat weight” and hit I’m feeling lucky; they say they’re between 60 and 100 pounds. Let’s say 40% of that weight is unusable, so that still leaves us about 100 pounds of edible goat. This brings me to the following conclusions:
A) The average WIlliamsburgers’ taste for goat is goddamn insatiable
B) People are pumped for Fatty ‘Cue because it’s the hot newnessor
C) Fatty ‘Cue churns out gold
I’m guessing it was all three. A perfect storm of goat gluttony was witnessed in the hours I missed at the Taste of Williamsburg; and for that, readers, I have failed you as a blogger. I offer my sincere apologies. read more …
