Philly Pig Share: Local Chefs Living High on a Single Hog
THEIR intentions shrouded by the cloak of deep night, the drivers hurried up the interstate. The body, sawed into four pieces, sat motionless in the back of the pickup, hidden from plain view. When they finally reached their destination, they heaved the fleshy quarters onto a metal table in a silent kitchen, where a tattooed man with a sharp, sharp knife went to work. Hours later, after the body was butchered beyond recognition, the man called his friends, each of whom grew giddy when told they were allowed to pick their favorite parts and play with them.
