[pic c/o Jennifer May for The New York Times]
A group of people with Abercrombie & Fitch bags and big aspirations gathered in the yard adjacent to Roberta’s Pizza in November to learn how to kill them some rabbits.
It went well, it sounds like! For a $100 fee, they learned the method of choice, which “was to place the rabbit on its belly on straw-covered asphalt, press a broomstick across the back of its neck and swiftly yank up the rear legs.” Snap, it probably went.
Now a days, people are eating those rabbits at places like Buttermilk Channel, even though a table of horrified guests walked out after discovering the cute little furballs on the menu. This caused the restaurant to promptly remove the rabbits from the menu, despite the other options like lamb legs, pig ribs, and an iced, baked, or pan-roasted sex-changing animal that is simply a collection of gills, gonads, tubules, tissue, cilia, mucus, mantle, a heart, two kidneys, blood, a mouth, and poop.
But no matter, the restaurant’s owner, Doug Crowell, is pretty sure he’s found the solution: “It seems to me that the more you can make rabbit not look like rabbit, the easier it is to sell people on it.”
So where do you stand on the divisive rabbit issue? Should we nom them?