Tuesday, 31 May 2011
Pied de cochon
Today, we are going up to London to a very posh, extravagant restaurant to take my son and his wife out to celebrate his new job. The meal is courtesy of John, who is into food, and who has a special fund for treats such as this. As for me, I'm not a foodie. I tend to spend my time in such places thinking what I could have bought for the cost of, say, half a starter. But I do love this restaurant. Not so much for the food (which is lovely, but probably wasted on me), but for the ambience, the wonderful service, the lilies in the loo, the way everyone makes you feel so special.
I was a little disconcerted on looking up the menu to find that "pied de cochon" is one of the choices. Surley that's the bit most sane people throw away? But never mind. I shall have the lamb, and leave the trotters so someone else.
And I shall go to the loo at least twice. Whether I need to or not.