Chez Hugon

It’s not a joke: you really are in Lyon’s gastronomical Mecca, the temple of la cochonnaille (pork cookery), the palace of the andouillette. Hugon is all those things at once. Be careful though, once you cross the threshold of this place, no one can be held responsible for what happens inside… You could happily lose yourself in there, buried beneath a pile of tripe, drowned by litres of chilled Mâcon, knocked out by tarts and pralines… But faced with Huguette’s benevolent smile, one cannot but say encore… lead the charge against gout and gamma-GT (the only goutte you can get at Hugon is behind the bar and 46° proof!), against ‘beanpole’ figures and waters too still to be honest. Long live bellies as cushiony as a baba!