The sign says it all:
These ricas carnitas are intended "for your parties." And what parties they must be!
Everyone lining up at the ol' Carnivore Punchbowl (as it's called) for a steaming mug of Pig Tea (as it's called) and a bite of Meat Rind (as it's called).
And speaking of festive times, doesn't this pig look to be the life of the party! The way he kind of… bobs there, hugging the side of the cauldron?
Those with more experience in the carnitas racket than us—and there must be millions of you out there—can explain the straw (?) sticking in the broth, and the smiling, chunky slices (of?) floating around the pig. Actually, no, that's okay. We don't sleep well as it is.
In conclusion: Sorry, we're busy that night. But we hope your party works out great!
(Thanks to Dr. Petr for the referral and the photo.)