The Pig

Tuncay knew that we needed to have brunch at The Pig before moving on to West Virginia.

After the amazing Little Pig Platter, consisting of three types of cold cuts (two of which are pictured above), bread, dates and olives, both A and I were very much looking forward to the waffle with charred pork belly, as we could not imagine what that would be like.



It was awesome.



Ellen had another favorite: eggs Benedict; and Tuncay had the amazingly tasty pork cheeks. I just had dinner, but am getting hungry just thinking about all this.

The Pig!

No, I am not talking about Tuncay. It's the name of the restaurant he took us to for brunch!



They make their own cured meatz, and they do it well! Another recommendation.

Yes, Virginia

... we still eat. Even more strongly, we cooked!





The lamb was a slight disaster however, so shame prevents us from posting pictures.

On the subject of shame, remember that our espresso machine failed us? It turns out that we failed Miss Silvia, our espresso machine. We decided to clean her, before boxing her and getting her ready for being shipped to Europe. After more than one hour of backflushing in which I abused 4 liters of spring water, and kept on channeling Gordon Ramsay ("I drank espresso from that, you PIG!!!"), the water that came out of Miss Silvia was finally not brown any more. And guess what? Her pressure had risen significantly as well! It turns out that Miss Silvia was not broken, but just very dirty. We are pigs. Hurray!