The Spotted Pig is one of our favorites places in New York. The last time we visited, we showed up the minute they were supposed to open for lunch, only to be told “Uh… we’re not really ready to open yet.” Call us eager. But it turns out that was actually a pretty good idea, as this place stays pretty crowded most of the time, even more so if you’re a large party.
We made our best effort to show up early and put our name on the list, but with a group our size… well, at least we got to spend some quality family time together, right? Okay, it was a little cold out. And yes, we waited for two hours. But it was worth it, right guys? (Notice how my nephew Miles and brother Chris have their backs turned to me here, in a display of protest.)
The pig seems to have been a theme on this trip. On second thought, maybe that’s more of a life theme.
At some point during our wait, I got a call from my real estate agent in Atlanta letting me know that my Atlanta condo was officially sold. Three years after moving to Austin, I can finally say I’m no longer a real estate owner in the state of Georgia. We celebrated with some Prosecco.
It took some effort to make it happen, but I’d like to think it was worth the wait. That’s a good lookin’ deviled egg.
And what were these? Cheese balls? Risotto? Who cares! They were fried and we destroyed ’em.
You can’t go to the Spotted Pig and not have the chicken liver toast. This stuff is magical.
And while you’re at it, you may as well get the special: chicken liver mousse. It may look like a turd, but it tastes like something else entirely. Anyway, Miles (age 10) had this for lunch and we were all impressed.
I had the burger, which features roquefort cheese. A little pungent for me, but I never met a cheeseburger I didn’t like. Nice and pink.
Some meals are about communing with one another. Some are about communing with what’s on your plate. Guess which kind this was.
Here’s my nephew Lewis, showing excellent taste. He had the cheeseburger.