Just off to try out the Pig on the Hill.Last night we blew the bank at Les Chats. And I felt decidedly off this morning, no reflection on the food, which was excellently cooked, but I probably had more salt and fat and cholesterol in one meal than I usually have all week. Still, there is nothing quite like frites with thick rich moutarde sauce to bolster your sense of well-being (until the morning after at least).
The Pig doesn’t promise a great gastronomic experience, but the refurbishment has definitely made it look a lot more inviting and modern. I missed its gothic incarnation as the Hobgoblin. For me, it will be forever the Fountain, Gay pub and Churchfield’s outpost, the place where we all used to hang out on a Friday night.