Graffit I like
At first I thought this was a sign for a restaurant specializing in roasted pig on a spit. But after further review, there was no restaurant. No pig on a spit anywhere in sight. Only this picture on a whitewashed wall in East Harlem with a parking lot behind it. Was there something I was missing? Was there a subliminal message in the art? Or was it just the tag of a hungry graffiti artist with a desire for charred pig skin?
Have a great weekend everyone and look for a new adventure of Fried Neck Bones…and Some Home Fries on Tuesday.
Fried Neck Bones...and some home fries 
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