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| - The last time I had porketta like this I was 8 years old, at my home, in Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania, and my mother was cooking. My mother would at least, once or twice a month order a porketta roast from the local butcher on a Saturday morning on our weekly trip and he would bring out a pork butt, de-bone it, layer on the spices, roll it up, tie it up, and wrap it in butcher paper, write her name on it to be picked up the next Saturday for the Sunday dinner. I would stare thru the butcher case watching him do his magic, waiting in anticipation for Sunday dinner next week. Two weeks ago after having a "meh" waffle something next door, and upon leaving the waffle place, my wife pointed out Karved to me. We walked in and we were met with smiles and truly friendly greetings. I spoke with this grey haired guy named Shawn with a ball cap, explained my frustrations about "porketta" in the Las Vegas area. I told him of the porketta I grew up with, he excused himself for about 2 min and then presented me with a "sample" of their porketta. No complaining, but this sample could have fed two hearty souls. Upon my first taste of the crispy, salty, perfectly spiced pork nuggets, I actually started to cry. This is the pork that dreams are made of. I was made whole again with my 8 year old "me". He then gave my wife and I a more than ample sample of their, chicken noodle soup...it was as if my great grandma had just poured me a bowl. If you want to find a piece of happiness from your youth in some Truly Excellent GREAT COMFORT FOOD, please try the hospitality and love that I received from Karved. By the way, I purchased their porketta sandwich prior to leaving to take home for dinner. Even though I let the porketta sandwich get to room temperature, the crusty roll, the arugula and the still crispy pork with their peppery dressing was freaking awesome.
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