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“In my dream, I sit at the Cochon 555 judge’s table with only a plastic spork, and nothing I stab with it will stick. Tom Waits’ Looks Like I’m Up Sh*t Creek Again plays in the background. My screams are not heard.”
“When the doors finally opened, I was physically assaulted by the smell of roasting pork. I’m not talking a mixed bag of restaurant kitchen smells with a faint trace of bacon. I’m talking the type of pure essence that is hard to find unless you’re standing next to a pit-roasting hog. It was like the best punch in the face I’ve ever had.”