Pork - it's what's for lunch

We found the best pork restaurant we've ever been to in Chinatown.  Although, to be frank (hah!), this was the only pork restaurant we've ever been to.

And we're using our own terms when we say pork restaurant - I don't think that's how they advertised themselves, but it seemed that they only served pork there.  And wow, the pork.

Picture one - pork - let them show you the ways.  Picture two - just some of what we ate - in soup, in sauce, alone.  Innards, meaty bits, skin - wow.  The one that particularly sticks in my head to this day - the crispy skin.  In the States you can get pork rinds, but imagine sliced roasted pork, with a little layer of pork fat and then crispy skin on the outside.  It's enough to make a vegetarian a carnivore, and enough to make a carnivore weep for joy.  Lord knows I did.  Picture three - the menu, read it and weep.

Ah, Chinatown.  Ah, Bangkok.  Ah, pork.  How I love thee.  Let me count the ways.