Okay so two years ago my hubby went to Oktoberfest in Germany without me (jerk - I was too preggers to fly) and since then has been going ON and ON and OOOOON about something called pork hok and how delicious it was and how he wants it again and blah blah.
So I don't even know how, but he must have been Google searching like a madman and found The Musket.
We decided to check it out one day when we just happened to be in the area, and its funny because its tucked away on this street that is no where really with nothing on it but a little bakery and this restaurant - total dead zone.
So we ordered a pork hok each ($20) since hubs insisted that he wasn't going to share his. I asked to have mine not with the traditional potatoes that come with it but with a garden salad and no dressing. The waitress looked at me like I was some sort of food terrorist, but brought it to me anyway.
Dear god - this pork hok thing? Its pretty much the size of my head. Delicious, fatty, slow roasted pork the size of my head.
Suffice to say, I had to take it home it was so big. Not that my hubby minded since he ate my left overs by the time I came down from bed the next morning. Did I already say he was a jerk?