Chris Cosentino Wants to Sell You a Shirt
We don't know Chris Cosentino, but we have tasted his brains risotto -- the warm, cinnamon-scented webs, the rice, the tender little chunks of chicken thighs studding the bowl. We have had his marrow salad and his tripe. The Top Chef Masters champ -- San Francisco's dark prince of "the nasty bits" -- can cook, no doubt. A dinner at Incanto makes you drunk. 
Isabella Vosmikova/Bravo Cosentino
Marrow goo runs through your veins like lava in slow motion. Voices sound fuzzy and distant. Your polenta legs buckle and sway. However, in addition to allowing Cosentino's creations to do battle with the inside of your stomach, you may now wear them on the outside as well. Yes, that's right -- Cosentino is hawking offal-themed apparel.
The time is obviously ripe. The man has whisked, zested, and hacked his way to the top in a pretty serious competition. If he wants to sell some $30 t-shirts with chortle-worthy offal-friendly slogans, then he's more than entitled. We just don't know if we need "Lips & Assholes" and a grinning sausage blaring out from our chest as we head out to scoop the morning paper or stretch out at the gym. If you're into advertising your predilection for inexpensive off-cuts with a T-shirt the price of a dry-aged steak, go forth.
Chris Cosentino Collection
Chris Cosentino Collection
Chris Cosentino Collection
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