My divorced Uncle goes to Pied with his one buddy every few months and just gets absolutely middle aged man annihilated and coated in pork and its the thing I most aspire to in my later years
I always get strange looks when people tell stories of their favorite vacations and mine is spending 72 hours in Montreal just eating till I’m in uncomfortable bliss.
There's also the food porn special of No Reservations in which the Au Pied du Cochon staff reconstruct a pig for a multiple course feast, which they all eat while sitting SHIRTLESS around a table.
I ate at their version of a sugar shack (which, even a normal sugar shack meal is overwhelming), and the FIRST course was a multi-tiered "cake" made of foie gras. It escalated from there.
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*takes bite*
"No. It's lard."
🤣🤣🤣
A Really Big Lunch https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2004/09/06/a-really-big-lunch
King shit.