The Spotted Pig
Last week my good friend JGP was in town and Alissa and I met up with him in the West Village for dinner. Several people have mentioned that I should try the Spotted Pig and so that seemed like a good place to go. We met up over there and the wait was super long, so we went somewhere else for some drinks and appetizers. We headed back to the Spotted Pig around 10 to have some dinner and the place was still insane, but we got a little table upstairs in the corner. We did have a wonderful (non-pork) dinner, my favorite things being the amazing carrot salad, the cask beers, and the possibly perfect chocolate cake. However, I don’t think I can give the place a fair review because I could not deal with the amazing pack of sceney yuppies. Hell, I couldn’t even enjoy the porcine tchotchkes that were presumably everywhere, because there was no squeezing through the blob of yapping people. I do like the idea of the place being kind of upscale “simple” British and Italian Pub fare, but I can’t stand the vibe. If I could go there at an odd ball time when those people were all getting their hair done, I would go again.
That said, we had a great time amongst ourselves, and the food was obviously very good. I am sure there is lots of good stuff to try if you go there, and do not miss that chocolate cake. Thanks to JGP for a wonderful evening!
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You went someplace called The Spotted Pig and didn’t have any pork? Where’s your dedication? What about that Chorizo Stew? Oh, the humiliation….
this part about “when these people are all getting their hair done” is killing me! i am ROFLing! clearly the spotted pig is no Hill Country. i think i like the “rollmops” and the “devils on horseback” at the SP.
I will keep the rollmops and devils on horsback in mind–those are certainly great names.