The featured front stall at the Grand Central Market offers Angelinos every nasty bit of the pig roasted up. As I pored over the third world display the Pork Barrista handed me a generous portion of pork ass, oozing fat. I passed. But what do I know? Scribbling about greasy, salty, death-inviting peasant food got this LA cat Jonathan Gold the Pulitzer. Ain’t too many Anglo foodies crawling around down here though.