Without a doubt, this is the greatest pork-related Bjork story I’ve ever heard, provided by Hot Tipper Chef Jeff:

I work in a restaurant here in Seattle called The Fisherman’s. No big deal when Bjork shows up Friday with her cute little mini-Bjork daughter and asked for “pork on a stick.” I could dig that, like a corndog with no corn part. No, a pork chop on a stick. WTF? We grilled said pork chop (a sweet 12oz porterhouse), cut it into pieces, and presented it skewered by those colored frill picks. It was the most Bjorky pork, totally inedible looking. She loved it I guess, because guess who came back just before heading to the Gorge on Saturday for another? We now call it the Bjork Chop.

In other food gossip: This weekend I finally had a meal at the Volunteer Park Cafe, and, like Bethany Jean Clement, I loved it. And like all responsible diners, I returned home and weighed in on the joint in The Stranger’s restaurant listings, now tricked out to accept reader reviews. Carry on.