My good friend, Peter, flew up from Nice especially to visit me in Paris. He arrived unwell, with a bad cold but still managed to meet me for dinner.
I had been dying to go to Au Pied de Cochon (at the foot of pig) and finally my time had arrived.
Au Pied de Cochon is a very old and famous brasserie, open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week and every day of the year!
Apparently, they have never closed their doors since opening in 1946.
It is a wonderful brasserie, however, perhaps it has become a bit of a tourist trap, even although the two gentlemen seated near us were definitely French seniors, sipping on L’apéritif from brandy balloons sitting in a bowl of crushed ice.
The ‘piggy’ thing did not escape me from the moment I reached for the door handle – I giggled – was that a solid brass pig that I just grasped to pull the door open with – absolutely.
Pigs, pigs everywhere, at least I had a translator with me this time, so didn’t end up ordering kidneys or some sort of offal by accident.
Instead, oysters, with bread and butter, was the beginning of a lovely meal.
Our café arrived – not with the usual complimentary chocolate advertising the establishment but with two pink meringue pigs!
And another ancient famous place to enjoy a meal, with a tick on my list.