“This dish tastes like my ass,” I said mid-bite. “No, no, no, in a really good way! It’s like cellulite on a plate, all soft and oozy, and totally worth it.” For the rest of the night, we referred to the fried tetilla cheese at AOC as “Tushy Cheese.” It’s got major “mouth feel,” that coats your tongue in luxury. Add some quince paste and romesco: sweet, crunchy, lingering, and totally here to stay. Along with more of my chubb rub this summer. I don’t deserve to be thin because I don’t try.

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