At least not what he’d consider atmosphere. “This is great.” Megan smiled at the huge bronze statue of a full-bellied pig standing upright that greeted them inside the door. “How have I never heard of it?” “Can’t imagine.” Seeing her bright smile, Hunter decided atmosphere was overrated if all it took to make her happy was a big bronze pig. They were shown to a table and handed menus that featured pig, pork and more pig. “I’m torn between the ribs and the pig’s feet,” he said after reviewing the limited menu. “Don’t overlook the pork chop.” “Always a favorite.” “I’m thinking about the knuckles myself.” “Really?” he asked, sort of horrified at the thought of actually eating pig knuckles—or watching her do it. She laughed at the face he made at her.
