These were, of course, faggots of porcine persuasion. Deliciously soft and fleshy parcels of pork cheek, pork liver and farro (an ancient and seemingly trendy grain), wrapped in belly fat and cooked in bacon juice. Sprinkled on top were crunchy, crackly slivers of pigs ear. It was Brokeback Mountain meets Reservoir Dogs on a plate, served with a side of brussels sprouts. Magnificent.
Now, some of you picky, anal types may be tut-tutting about now, wondering how I can call this a breakfast review. Leaving aside the fact that faggots are sausages and sausages are legitimate breakfast food, I started this meal with a small plate of eggs. Two halves of deviled eggs, actually. So this was a meal of sausages and eggs. The perfect late night breakfast. All washed down with a pint of Old Speckled Hen.
