The Spotted Pig



314 West 11th Street at Greenwich Street

Not counting yesterday's lunch, I have only eaten at The Spotted Pig a grand total of one time--and I used to live in an apartment right around the corner! Why, pray-tell, would I not make myself a regular at this fabulous West Village gastropub? Well, it's kind of hard to eat somewhere that's so consistently packed that you're always quoted with a 2-hour wait time. However, if you do manage to snag a seat on one of their mismatched barstools, or wait it out without fainting from hunger, it's worth it. With April Bloomfield's influence in the kitchen, everything is bound to be a hit: deviled eggs, chicken liver toast, burgers with Roquefort, and sheep's milk ricotta gnudi. If you do happen to feel light-headed during the 2-hour wait for a seat, you can surrender and go to White Horse Tavern next door. Or, try coming back on a Monday afternoon as I did. You might have better luck then.