The Gothamist I just threw up in my mouth. A Lower East Side Art Gallery called Savvy (located at 179 East Broadway) is offering free samples of grilled rat prepared by a chef named Yuri Hart from 6-8pm tomorrow (August 1st, 2012).
The “Grilled Rat Sampler” is part of an art exhibit depicting a “Post-Apocalyptic” photo exhibit titled “Tomorrow We Will Feast Again On What We Catch” by Laura Ginn which runs through August 4th. The rat meat is not local, but imported from a farm in California where rats are bred to be eaten (I assume by pet Boa Constrictors and by zoo animals, not humans).
You artistic people are so fucking soft. This whole article I’m thinking “Oh my God, this is some real Fear Factor Shit! Get Joe Rogan! This is the grossest thing I can imagine.”
I was waiting for the M Train today and saw a rat that had to be 25 pounds that looked like it was covered in motor oil. The thing was the size of a terrier and looked rabid, I swear it snarled and showed me it’s 4 inch, yellow teeth. The entire article I was picturing a bunch of art students fainting as this crazy Asian chef was slicing up New York City subway rats. I was hoping that this would put a major dent in the rat population, or that all the weird art types would get the plague and stop ruining my commute.
Then I find out at the end of the article that you art nutjobs are importing gourmet rats from a farm in California to eat? That is so weak, we have plenty of perfectly disgusting rats on every line of subway tracks running beneath the city, eat those!
The brains of this whole operation, head idiot Laura Ginn, even wears a rat pelt dress to this exhibit (pictured below). This is totally inauthentic to me, if you want to portray New York City residents being forced to eat rats and wear rat clothing during the apocalypse, use our plentiful local rat supply. Do not import farm raised rats from out of state. Watch these imported rats escape and actually increase NYC’s rat population, if you start seeing white rats digging through your trash, you know who to blame.