There's something about tearing meat from a bone with my teeth that instills such a delectable sense of primal satisfaction in me. Plus I like the idea of holding a rib in my hands. These were from Teddy's in Williamsburg, which is also where I had the best baked clams of my entire life. And don't get me wrong. I like cows. They are funny to me. But I prefer them dead and on my plate. Or refashioned into a jacket.
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