You have to love a restaurant called the Crazy Pig. Crazy like a fox, this restaurant has one of the best locations in Quebec. The Rue Champlain offers some of the best people watching anywhere this side of the Atlantic. Le Cochon Dingue can be entered from either the Rue Champlain or the Rue Petit Champlain. If you come down the funicular, then the Rue Petite Champlain is easiest, just go down the stairs and you will be in the dining room. We chose to eat outdoors, but there is also seating inside. If smoking bothers you, then inside may be best, since outside is a smoking area.
What brought us here was Sunday morning brunch. Al and I have had many lunches here over the years but never breakfast. We didn’t know what to expect, but the weather was beautiful and we were in the mood to eat outdoors.
We arrived at about 10am. We got the last table and soon there was a line of people waiting for a table. I am happy to say that our waitress never seemed anxious for us to finish our meal and continued to bring fresh coffee for as long as we wanted it. It was exactly the sort of leisurely breakfast you expect to have on Sunday.
I ordered the brunch plate. It was two eggs, a crepe, potatoes, bacon, sausage, fruit, toast, juice, coffee, tea or hot chocolate and a homemade donut. Everything was delicious, the scrambled eggs soft and buttery, the potatoes crispy and the coffee fresh and hot. Even the jam was exceptional, chunky, sweet and fruity.
Al had a three-cheese omelet, Gruyere, cheddar and goat. I didn’t taste it, since I had way too much yummy stuff on my own plate, but he assured me that it was delicious. The brunch plate is so big that Jen and Jason split one. Obviously, I can handle a meal big enough for two. I wish I could say that I didn’t eat another thing until supper, but we visited the farmers’ market and I couldn’t resist the fresh strawberries and a piece of maple sugar fudge.