For over fifty years, locals and tourists alike have enjoyed gathering at this Paris institution – Au Pied de Cochon – directly translated as ‘to the foot of pig’. It is located near the shopping forum of Les Halle and set amidst leafy parklands.
The Art Nouveau interiors had chandeliers, gilded mirrors and paintings but the ambience is still casual and comfortable. We chose to sit on the patio as it was still light and the summer breeze was just kicking in – which was a nice relief to a rather scorchy day.
Wine was ordered and the bread basket was served. We dug into the rillette that came with the bread. Consisting mostly of lard (gasp!) and bits of pate-like substances, this spread was delicious! (and sinful, I know, but I was on holiday so it doesn’t count) Everything about this place is about piggy-love. From pictures of pigs on their menu, to pig silhouettes in their décor, to meringue piglets in their dessert. Cuteness!!
Anyway, we started off with their famous Soupe à l’Oignon Gratinée – which I thought was tasty but a little on the watery side. The cheese gratin was nice and crisp – very different from the gooey, chewy ones we’ve tried. We also shared six little garlicky escargots (just cos we’re in Paris). They were nothing to shout about – chewy morsels of snail…but nonetheless, they were fun to eat.
Now comes the signature dish of pig’s trotter which hubby gladly tucked into. A breaded log of fatty pig’s trotter stuffed with duck liver. Very rich and indulgent – how on earth do the French stay skinny with food like this???
I had this ginomous slab of pork chop. It looks as if it’s been slow cooked in a water bath and then doused with a red wine sauce. Not quite what I expected when I ordered a pork chop, but it was good. Clean flavours, no fancy herbs or oils, just good old hunk of pork.
This was our last dinner on our trip to Paris, and it was a pleasurable finish to a wonderful weekend…*burp*