Met up with the girls for a post-Thanksgiving dinner last weekend at The Spotted Pig. It gets crowded in there, fast, and you can rest assured you’ll be rubbing shoulders and getting polite but firm nudges in the back all night. I actually like the feel and layout of the restaurant; it’s got a rustic tavern, maybe ski lodge vibe, with lots of odd angles and intimate nooks. There’s no main dining room, as the bars on each floor really dictate how the space is arranged and filled. If it weren’t so relentlessly congested, I would like it much more. Worth it once, not twice, at least not during the dinner rush.
“Devils on Horseback” — pears wrapped in dates wrapped in bacon.
