Sloth Street and The Society of Gluttony go to Amada for the whole suckling pig and do they have a story to tell.
Holy. Mother. Of. Swine.
To be honest, going into this dinner, I thought the pork would be good. I figured it would be more of an event â€” a curiosity where we got in touch with our inner Cro-Magnon and enjoyed an animal slow cooked over a fire. But it was far, far more than that. It was, quite simply, the best pork I had ever eaten. It reminded me of the first time I went to a great steak house, where I entered with a â€œIâ€™ve-had-steak-before-so-how-good-could-it-beâ€ attitude and was utterly blown away by the quality and preparation of a simple meat. This pork had a similarly transcendent quality. It was salty, tender and had a lasting flavor that lingered on your palate far more than a supposed white meat ever should be able to.