There's a restaurant down the block from my hotel that apparently serves kangaroo.
I don't know why. I don't know who might have said to themselves, "Hello. If I open a restaurant in the midst of dozens of other restaurants, perched between the financial and theater districts along King Street, the best way to make my restaurant stand out is to serve kangaroo." I really can't imagine any circumstances under which one says to one's self "I think I will attempt to make a living serving roast kangaroo" if one is not A)in Australia and B)surrounded by a readily available supply of kangaroos.
I have never had kangaroo. I have no idea what kangaroo tastes like, or how healthy it is, or whether it, like every other exotic meat out there, can be compared to chicken. I do know that I do not find myself the slightest bit interested in finding out.
And I know that while I remember that a nearby restaurant serves kangaroo, I couldn't tell you the name of the place on a bet.
Published on February 08, 2012 05:56