I’m fairly certain that if the average person ate what we ate any given week they would balloon outta control, but such is the benefit of walking being your only means of reliable transportation (F– uber, if you haven’t already). We walk to work in heat, rain and snow, lugging laptops and gym clothes; we walk from the grocery store laden down with meat and vegetables, we walk to the park with our papers to relax, we walk to clear our minds and breathe fresh air, we walk when there is nothing else on the agenda.
All of which is justification for the outright gluttony that we practice on a regular basis. The experience of which I have decided to share with you on an ongoing basis- because they are DELUSHUS and God wants you to know about them. Go, go immediately and let me know what you think. Or don’t, so we can keep getting tables. Either way we all win.
Pig Bleecker opened earlier this year on the corner of Bleecker and Thompson (otherwise known as the very center of the universe), and it is craymazing.
(Not pictured below- the man who sits on the corner all night singing “OH NA NA” as everyone around him slowly loses their minds)
Don’t pay attention to the name (or do, if you indulge in that sort of thing- yours truly has been swine free since ’83). We’ve now been about 5 times, and each time has been glorious.
The bar, despite being small, is big on design, and the bartenders are lovely. It is the perfect place to stop in for an innocent drink and then remain, 2 hours later, having consumed upwards of 11,000 calories. That’s just the type of place this is.
The blackened market fish is delicious and perfectly seasoned. The Bleecker Burger is a heart attack on a plate and my husband dreams about it. But the real pinch hitter here, is the Smoked and Fried Whole Chicken for two, served with waffles, cheesy grits, honey, Alabama white sauce, a variety of hot sauces, and Pappy Van Winkle Maple Syrup. Y’ALLL. Can we discuss the maple syrup for a second? It is literally one of the best things I’ve ever eaten. We were licking the bowl. The chicken is tender and smoky and crispy and defies the laws of physics. The cheesy grits and the perfectly done waffles are there when you think you can’t possible have another bite but then your stomach magically grows another stomach. All of it is euphorically tasty.