I normally do this “look back” post in January. It’s been a little nutty in the newsroom.
2013: The year of meat. That’s what it feels like since I gave up red meat, chicken and alcohol for Lent this year.
Last year, I had one of the most decadent meals of my life at Restaurant au Pied de Cochon in Montreal.
My entrée: stuffed au pied de cochon with foie gras. It felt like the fatty duck meat left my heart racing.
In wine country, we got messy with a lobster boil at St. Supery.
In Pacifica, I went crabbing for the first time. We got lucky. I named our crabby friend “Lunch.”
In Daly City, we hosted our first Thanksgiving Dinner.
In Calistoga, we celebrated the New Year with newlyweds, Nancy and Justin, and plenty of hearty pork dishes.
MONTREAL – Yeah. You know me. Waking up to a garbage truck smackdown outside our hotel in the Latin Quarter.
On our first night in Montreal, I checked off a tasty item on my international bucket list. It’s all about food. Our server said we went big at Au Pied de Cochon. According to my Lonely Planet guidebook, residents’ nickname for this epic food place: PDC.
We waddled home after a decadent meal of foie gras and meat fat.