The Spotted Pig
Sorry for the lack of posts. I’ve been working in New York this week, having meetings, seeing art and eating some damn good food. A particular highlight was a cozy lunch at The Spotted Pig in the West Village, a place I’ve always wanted to try. The restaurant’s exterior was dripping in flowers and branches and pine cones, telling me instantly that I would be happy here.
Once seated, we ordered mulled wine to warm us up. My sister looked very pretty amongst all the little piggies.
Chicken liver is not something I generally order but all the online buzz said that these chicken liver toasts will haunt your dreams.
We agreed. Meg was so obsessed that she actually asked me to take a picture of her having the last bite.
Next, the piece de resistance landed on our table. A truly epic marriage of ground beef and roquefort.