My million dollar idea is to open a restaurant that serves orders of beef fat and pork fat. .
Problem is I'd eat the inventory.
Also, ketchup and turkey would be banned.
I would also sell sides of fried chicken skin
One of the more memorable things I've eaten in Italy was a simple piece of grilled bread smeared with lardo and a squeeze of lemon.
Given the general love of fat among most Americans I'm confounded why lardo isn't significantly more popular.
Chicken is useless without the skin. Or bones. Grilled bone-in, skin-on thighs remain the
sine qua non of fowl. Don't even need to be free range.
Speaking of prime rib, my wife loved prime rib. Until I took her to Mario's in Westport for one of those huge, totally pink and still bleeding, Flintstonian slabs that drooped over both ends of the plate. That was about 18 years ago. She was so revolted over the size, the pinkness, the blood and the fat on that thing, she hasn't had one since.
Ketchup: fast food fries only. Exception being the once a year I make sloppy joes.