My sister Cookie had what was straight up the best porkchop I've ever eaten. This thing tasted the way I imagine middle aged women feel when George Clooney smiles. Thos are mustard seeds on top. And some brussel sprouts. I don't remember what all the other bullshit is but when combined into a single bite it was pretty obscene. The pork chop was pink in the middle, which undoubtedly strikes fear into the hearts of many, but our waitress assured us that this pig was healthier than Jack LaLanne. Before he died.