[Pigging by Wilfrid: October 27, 2008]
Believe it or not, there are at least two gastronomic fields in which the country of my birth, the United Kingdom, excels: wild game and cheese. There was a time when Picholine was one of the few restaurants in the city which served a stellar selection of the latter.
And thanks to a truly bizarre legal situation, it remains one of the few places in New York which, each fall, offers the former.