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"I love foie gras so much that sometimes I think that my own liver must be a fairly decent size itself, and that I could perhaps whittle strips off it to supply the restaurant."
- Martin Picard
On Avenue Duluth Est in Montreal sits Au Pied de Cochon, a restaurant diminutive in space but expansive in its appetites. There is no signage, but it's hard to miss: a line snakes out the door and onto the sidewalk, which is lined with potted fresh herbs that will soon be garnishing the plates of those fortunate enough to be seated. The restaurant has no front wall, only paneled windows that open up to the summer street, blurring the line where the restaurant begins and the sidewalk ends. A visitor might also encounter Martin Picard, the joyous, Falstaffian leader of the establishment, at one of the front tables, doing Irish car bombs with friends. One look at his ruddy, unshaven face being wiped clean after a chug, and you know you are in for an unparalleled experience, as well as a damn good time.
Au Pied de Cochon ("The Pig's Foot") is a nose-to-tail, "whole hog" establishment, with a menu heavy on feet, tongues, stomach, and the fat between them. A typical meal could begin with head cheese fritters served atop boiled eggs and sauce gribiche, followed by lamb's tongue in tarragon sauce, and then maybe a plate of oreilles de crisse—pork jowls that have been smoked and then deep-fried. Before the entrees have even arrived, one can handle more organs than the typical med student.
During the nightly trip from snout to hoof, Picard and his team most frequently stop at the liver, specifically the engorged one of a duck. Foie gras is everywhere—topping pizzas, adorning lobster rolls, bundled into maki, spooned onto buckwheat pancakes, and most happily stuffed into pigs' feet. (When Anthony Bourdain visited the restaurant for his show, "No Reservations," Picard instructed his brigade to "take the foie gras menu, and in any order, give [it to] him, and give him, and give him ... and when he dies, stop.") The restaurant's signature dish, foie gras poutine, has the potential to impede arterial flow if you just look at it, but it's merciful, thanks in large part to quality ingredients and superior execution. Like most dishes here, it benefits from being shared.