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Critic’s Notebook: Donkey semen, Napoleon brandy, leviathan lobster, pearl pizza

So what are you doing this year for Pisco Sour Month? (I will take it on faith that readers are aware that February is Pisco Sour Month.) If you haven’t made plans, you might want to mark the 28th on your calendar, noting next to the date that Louis 649 in the East Village is not only paying homage that Peruvian cocktail but diverting a portion of the proceeds to Share Our Strength’s Taste of the Nation—a charity dedicated to ending child hunger in America. The event begins at 6 p.m. and runs through closing. Louis 649, 649 E 9th Street, at Avenue C,212-673-1190.

Donkey Semen

What’s the best way to enjoy a glass of donkey semen: on the rocks, with a twist? Whatever the answer might be, it appears we are destined never to know. The Mail Online reports:

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NBC has pulled a controversial new episode of Fear Factor off the schedule.

The network appears to have decided against airing a segment in which contestants are challenged with drink [sic] a mug of “donkey semen”—with a chaser of urine for good measure. 

I’m kind of guessing the experience wouldn’t be that pleasurable anyway. The shoppers in an Albuquerque supermarket who were offered samples of yogurt that had been “seasoned” with the semen of a store clerk mostly spit out the concoction.

Napoleon’s Brandy

An army, we are told, marches on its stomach. Whether they can march in a straight line is another matter. A Dutch antique trader is selling his collection of over 5,000 unopened bottles of vintage Cognac, among them a bottle that reportedly was carried into battle by an officer in Napoleon's army. The item, which dates back to 1795, is valued at 6 million Euros ($4.5 million). I imagine it is smooth beyond human reckoning. But still, for the same amount you could buy 150,000 bottles of Remy VSOP. When you compare the two—a month’s supply against a single bottle—the investment hardly seems worth it.

Burnt the Toast

New York City Mayor Michael Bloomberg celebrated his 70th birthday last week. The New York Post asks, “What do you get New York’s mayor, who has everything?” then answers its own question: burned toast.

A dozen senior staffers surprised Mayor Bloomberg yesterday with the unusual charred offering, studded with birthday candles, at the Viand coffee shop near his Upper East Side townhouse. We’re told Bloomberg’s curious culinary tastes run to burned toast for breakfast, topped with a generous sprinkling of salt.

Here’s a guy who could afford the two-centuries-old Napoleon brandy, and he’s busy eating burnt toast. There’s no justice anywhere, I tell you.

Leviathan Lobster

Reuters reports that the largest lobster ever caught was hauled in on Thursday by Maine shrimpers. Nicknamed "Rocky" and said to have “claws tough enough to snap a man's arm,” the big fella was 40 inches long and weighed in at 27 pounds.

Before you start preparing a mess of drawn butter and calling friends, you should be advised that the gigantic crustacean was returned to the briny deep shortly after being caught, but not before a brief detour to the Maine State Aquarium in West Boothbay. State law restricts fishermen from keeping lobsters that measure more than 5 inches from the eye to the start of the tail.

Seems like a waste. Then again, one of the only people who could afford a lobster this gargantuan prefers burnt toast.

Pearl Pizza

Once you read this story, you may be of a mind that you don’t eat nearly enough oyster pizza. That was the delicacy that Pamela Levi was chowing down on at the restaurant Goatfeathers in Columbia, South Carolina, when she bit down on something hard and assumed she had cracked a tooth. Turns out one of the oysters on her pie contained a pearl.

Jeff Helsley, the restaurant’s, was sitting across the table from Levi when, as he recounts in this video, “All of a sudden she's looking really weird and I look over and she pulls this pearl out of her mouth.”

Helsley, who worked as a oyster shucker in a previous life, insists he has never seen a pearl this size come out of one of the bivalves once it had been plated. “Somebody at the bar,” he recalls, “had gotten a really tiny one and he was bragging about that. We showed him this one and it blew him away!'”

The menu name of the dish Levi was eating when she made her discovery, appropriately, is “oysters Rockefeller pizza.”

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Howard Portnoy is formerly food editor of the East Side Express, Westsider, Chelsea-Clinton News, Battery News, and Brooklyn Paper. In his 17 years in that position, he wrote weekly restaurant review columns and food and recipe features. His other published works include a novel (Hot Rain, G. P....

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