Lunch at the Spotted Pig is not as charming as it should be. The warren of rooms and assorted pig paraphernalia could have made for a lovely ladies' lunch, but somehow the dining experience was a little lacking. Maybe it was the surly wait staff or the overpriced yet unadorned bibb salad or the half an hour of waiting between appetizer and entree, who knows. It could have been our high expectations dashed to reality with overly salty deviled eggs or a too ordindary cubano sandwich, or maybe that we didn't have any celebrity sightings to brag about? Regardless, we still have a great time with Thu and Tam, who are always wonderful lunch companions.
314 West 11th Street at Greenwich Street
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