Thanks to a review today in the Observer by the always readable (and fellow pig enthusiast) Jay Rayner, I am reminded of this Parisian classic restaurant, directly opposite Les Halles.
It claims never to have closed since it first opened in 1947 and thus needs no light switches or door locks. For some reason I cannot fathom, I have never been there. And for some one who (like Jay) has a taste for everything from the pig, this is a sad & (needing soon to be rectified) omission.
Remember when I mentioned St. Anthony? The patron saint of charcutiers everywhere? Seeing his review of their famed house speciality, the Temptation of Saint Anthony, breaded extremities…
…makes me want to jump onto the Eurostar this minute and sample their menu. I very well might. Soon.