The Flying Pig is now one of my favourite places to go for brunch. There was an hour-long wait at Café Medina, so we decided to wander down Water Street in Gastown, and happened upon The Flying Pig. Why we’ve never eaten there is actually beyond me.
I had the French toast – thick-cut brioche with maple-berry compote and mascarpone cream – and lobster risotto, and Janice had four-cheese gnocchi and a Caesar salad. I’m always a little nervous when I order risotto because it tends to be heavy and too often, mushy. Here, however, I was pleasantly surprised – the rice was cooked perfectly, and there was enough lemon to cut through the creaminess. Perfect risotto. We both agreed that this was one of the best brunches we’ve had. Ever.
Places like The Flying Pig are exactly why I love Gastown so much.
The Flying Pig
102 Water Street