The Pig's Ear makes a silk purse out of a sow's name. Penned in between a bar and cafe on a touristy part of Nassau Street, I wouldn't have tried it in a pig's eye had it not been for the promising reviews on Yelp and positive recommendations from foodie friends for this "New Irish" restaurant. I can also highly recommend it, but also strongly suggest making reservations (we were glad we did as we saw at least one party turned away on a Thursday night).
When I arrived, the industrially-carpeted stairs almost made me turn back. But, once I ascended them to the first floor, I found a bright, white, and light dining room overlooking the lovely green Trinity campus.(Yes, there were a few piggy banks, but the porcine art was mostly restrained.) We ordered from the very reasonably-priced early dinner menu (which they presented to us and gave us no trouble about ordering from, even after the stated end-time of 6:30 - sweet!) With the snout-to-tail trend in the food world right now (cf. Fergus Henderson, St. John restaurant, London), I was expecting some serious porcine parts at this eponymous restaurant. However, with the exception of pork belly (which features on the regular menu as a signature dish and has been well-reviewed by fellow Yelpers), the menu features diverse light options - including seafood and vegetarian choices - and a rather shocking lack of pig.
The crab salad highlighted (rather than smothered) good crab. All of the dishes were presented most charmingly, although sometimes causing me a wee bit of anxiety. My heart loved the presentation of the carrot soup in the enameled pan, but my head was thinking, "Does this have lead?" In the end, my tastebuds led (get it?), and I rationalized that it was only one dish (unless I eat it every day...) The grapefruit added a pop of pungent sweetness to the carrot. My friend's risotto was presented in a lovely Le Creuset pan - but I cringed when I realized that she was given a fork with which to eat it. I am a serious cook and, to me, using a fork on a non-stick surface is like scraping your teeth with one (which is like blackboard-scratching fingernails eroding a protective surface. Ewww!). I wouldn't want anyone else to eat or cook in that pan once the surface has been so denigrated. That said, I tried some of her risotto (being careful not to touch the bottom of the pan, which appeared unscathed). It was cooked perfectly (always an achievement with risotto) and had the warm, nutty taste of autumn emanating from butternut squash, pepitas (pumpkin seeds), and pignola (pine nuts). Eating that clearly must have killed me, because my tastebuds went to heaven. The brown bread ice cream was also divine. I think it's even better than Murphy's. (To which, I know, some of you will say: When Pigs Fly!)
Service was generally wonderful if not chivalrous (maybe the server thought my husband was cute as he took and served his order before the two ladies at the table - and one of the ladies should have clearly been attended to first, according to the beauty before youth rule - ahem!). They also took away the delicious bread basket before we had finished eating the contents and initially gave us the wrong bill (which was quickly straightened out once it was brought to their attention). Good thing I was paying attention, because until I went to the loo (nice, but on the 4th floor!), I hadn't realized that there was a dining room on the second level Next time, I'll ask for a table there. Otherwise, it would be hard to elevate the experience. read more