Sunday, September 15, 2019

When Pigs Fly

My motorcycle-friend Fuzzy told me there's a place where pigs fly. So I had to go there.

It's The Flying Pig Cafe which serves delicious breakfast and lunch. Outside is a sculpture of a flying pig; inside is a wall of adorable piggy banks. There was live music, tasty food and strong coffee. Bingo!


  1. Must add it to the list! We rode out to Nancy's airport cafe this morning. Sweet little restaurant that sits alongside the runway of a tiny municipal airport. Just west of Boston.

  2. Ha ha! We had a store called When Pigs Fly in Edmonton where I used to live. It was very popular.


  3. Here in Belgium, and in the Antwerp area in particular, we have street food events organized by a company called Flying Pig! xxx

  4. Twenty plus years ago I had a trial in Kings. The driver of my leased vehicle ran a stop sign down in Brighton Beach and broadsided plaintiff, a Russian guy. He got out of his car and came back a few minutes later with a bunch of other Russian people, including a woman claiming to be his wife who also claimed that she was a passenger in the car.
    When I had my client's wife on the stand I asked her if the plaintiff wife was in the car at the time of the accident. My client was a crusty older Italian woman and her answer was "When pigs fly...she was a passenger". The first question on the jury sheet was whether the wife was in the car and the jury said no and assessed 60% negligence on her husband who was driving straight and had the right of way. This jury did not like being lied to.

  5. Ah! How cute. One thing I miss about smaller town living was the funky little eateries. I'm sure the hipster areas of Nashville are chockful of em but Nashville has ZERO parking these days. Alas!