Until this week, the only things I knew about pork belly were that it was a common ingredient on the original Iron Chef, and it was somehow part of the commodities trading market. Now I know it to be one of the most luscious, pork-a-licious, fantabulous incarnations of pig eating ever. I mean ever.
We were out to dinner at a place called 5Ninth. Their dinner menu included an appetizer called “Black Pepper Pork Belly.” I didn’t bother reading much past that, and just ordered it (all sauces and jellies on the side, as any good Atkinser would do). Having not read the full description well, I was startled at the presentation of my plate which contained three small bowls about the size of a soup cup. Each cup was lined with bib lettuce, and nestled inside were pieces of heavenly, peppery pork belly with some scallions and garlic.
Oh. My. God. I picked up the first of these beauties and from the first bite, I was completely in love. I didn’t want to, but had to hesitantly offer The Husband a taste, because he offered me some of his dumb mushroom soup — who eats things that doesn’t contain meat in them anyway? But I totally didn’t offer anyone else at the table any, and just kept on making very personal sort of noises at the pork bellies in their lettuce jackets.
We’re SO going back. And soon!