A Review of "The Spotted Pig" - Everyone Loves Brunch
My cousin is in town and we've been acclimating her back into the New York scene after her one point five year hiatus in Korea. One of the things I love most about my cousin is her tenacious appetite. It's a beautiful thing.
This morning, er, afternoon we went to get brunch at The Spotted Pig down in Greenwich Village. As you can see from the photo to the right it was certainly a most scrumptious affair. She partook in a chargrilled burger with Roquefort cheese and shoestring fries and I in a more concerted effort at breakfast - two eggs, salt cured pork and home fries. We washed it down with still water and some French press coffee which certainly awoke us from our groggy-eyed late start.
Well suffice it to say that the meal was devoured with smiles, laughing and caffeine induced hand shakes. I think I managed to get half the coffee into the mugs and half on the table. I think the only sour point was the massive quantites of what appeared to be bacon bits in our coffee cream... that or 'spots'. Get it?? Wow, that wasn't funny at all.
Delicious food? Yes. Pricey? A bit. Long wait for table? 40 minutes.
This morning, er, afternoon we went to get brunch at The Spotted Pig down in Greenwich Village. As you can see from the photo to the right it was certainly a most scrumptious affair. She partook in a chargrilled burger with Roquefort cheese and shoestring fries and I in a more concerted effort at breakfast - two eggs, salt cured pork and home fries. We washed it down with still water and some French press coffee which certainly awoke us from our groggy-eyed late start.
Well suffice it to say that the meal was devoured with smiles, laughing and caffeine induced hand shakes. I think I managed to get half the coffee into the mugs and half on the table. I think the only sour point was the massive quantites of what appeared to be bacon bits in our coffee cream... that or 'spots'. Get it?? Wow, that wasn't funny at all.
Delicious food? Yes. Pricey? A bit. Long wait for table? 40 minutes.
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