Friday, May 5, 2017

A Poor Porker

Welcome to the Poor Porker
Driving back from that terrible car show, I drove past a restaurant called The Poor Porker. It was an odd looking place behind a rather ramshackle fence. It was closed when I went by, but based on the name, I thought it must have been a Barbecue spot, and I decided to look it up on the Internet and check out their menu.

Turns out the old expression “What’s in a name?” means nothing in this case and I was completely wrong about what
Nothing in the fridge
the Poor Porker was . . . . . No Barbecue, no pulled pork, no ribs . . . . . beignets.  . . . Seriously, what does “Poor Porker” have to do with Beignets?

The Name did however peek my interest, and I decided to check the place out. It was right off Main St. so easy to walk to, and we wandered down on a tour around town with friends. The place was not open, but you could peer through the fence/hedge. There was actually no actual “Restaurant” building. It was an open lot with a food truck at one end, a sort of garage/barn on one side and a tiny travel trailer with an open side in the corner. Oh . . . and a teepee set up in the middle. Now I definitely wanted to return when they were open.

Play a tune . . .
First, those Beignets were delicious! Puffy delicate fried dough covered with your sweet toping of choice. The place itself reminded me of the Ruin Pubs we visited in Budapest, a strange collection of junk forming a unique interesting setting. You entered through a big industrial corrugated steel gate. In one corner was a hammock and an odd mix of chairs. Scattered all over the lot were quaint seating areas created from disjointed elements. Wooden dining chairs, metal outdoor furniture, kitchen set chairs, children’s toy chairs. I do not think there was a pair of matching chairs in the place. You could sit inside the teepee, inside the travel trailer or under mismatched umbrellas around the yard. There was one half a rusted jeep, a rusting refrigerator, animal skulls on walls and a stack of lumber in one corner. In fact everywhere you looked was some other odd item. If you went back 10 times I think you would notice something different every time.

And OMG those beignets were delicious !
Order your Begnets here

A different spot to sit and enjoy your treat

Nope these are not "porkers"

A jeep, well beyond restoration

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