Recap

Nothing says 2 years of happy holy matrimony like

pretty flowers and pig perfection.

The Publican.

Fulton Market, Chicago.

Best beer of the night, hands down:

So smooth and delicious...and 9.8% alcohol is not joking around.

;)

I thought the "country" vibe was kitschy cute -

from the flatware & serveware, to the decor, down to the server's gingham shirts.

After the chef's selection of oysters (that were all good),

we indulged in the "taste of hams" with bread and goat butter -

Serrano, Virgina, and Iowa specialties.  

All tasty...and salty.

(If I checked, I probably have residual cankles and pitting edema this morning.)

This pic below is (obvi) not of us, but conveys the ever-popular, family-style dining.

We had a light and fresh crudo,

frites with organic (slightly overcooked) fried eggs,

barbecue pork belly,

(probably the best preparation of belly I've ever had),

and topped things off with a cool and creamy banana semifreddo

with pecan streusel and milk chocolate.

While I thought portions were small and prices pretty steep,

and that a little air conditioning would have gone a long way

(Enter pun: We were sweating like pigs),

when I write my yelp review, 

Bonus points for attentive service,

purse storage under the chairs,

and personal Dyson Airblades & C.O. Bigelow Lime & Coriander goods in the biff.

Good times with the huzz were had!

Would I go back?

Maybe for that Three Philosophers and pork rinds at happy hour.

Maybe.

Or, when pig's fly.

;)

~Images via b, The Publican, Chicago Mag, Cheadlefamily.org~