I don't want to \"boar\" you with a lengthy review, but I can't help but feel the need to sing the praises of this fine gastropub!  If there's such thing as Hog Heaven, we found it here.\n\nWe were fortunate enough to be right next to Salty Sow when we decided 1) we were ready for dinner, and 2) we didn't have any particular food or restaurant we were craving at the time.  I remembered driving past it before, and that it was a place I had been wanting to try. Go me!\n\nWe went inside and were greeted and seated promptly by the hostess.  Hungry AND no wait? Win!  The deco is modern with a farm/barn feel.  Lots of wood finishes, open layout, large centrally-located bar, and of course, the obligatory pig (and rooster) paintings on the wall.  So far, so good.\n\nWe sat down and were greeted by our servers (one vet, one newbie).  Guess what?  It was happy hour, and we were provided with the appropriate menu.  The beautiful thing about their happy hour is that you can get a number of things for $5 each (their \"bites\" and \"small plates\").  Did I mention the full bar? Yep--$2 off wells and their \"Signature Sips.\"  Bring me the rum, savvy?\n\nWe started off with the truffle deviled eggs appetizer ($5).  How do you make deviled eggs better, you ask?  Well, my friend, let me enlighten you.  You make them with a touch of truffle and top them with bacon bits.  I felt like I was bi-winning by that point. \n\nNext up, duck fat fries.  Duck.  Fat.  Fries.  From this day forward, I will evermore be disappointed with every french fry I eat that isn't a duck fat french fry.  Damn you, Salty Sow! You've ruined me!  They are fried in duck fat (Captain Obvious to the rescue), then topped with a 110-minute egg and served with hollandaise sauce for dipping (think Benedict style).  I'm fairly certain that by the time I got to the end, I had my nose in the plate and was \"rooting\" around for hidden morsels.\n\nNext came the main course, a trio of items we chose from the $5 selection to share.  My wife picked the Honey Rosemary Dipped Fried Chicken (with Cat Head Sweet Potato biscuit), and I chose the Spit-Roasted Pork Taco (with sweet onion slaw, pickled onions, smoked tomato salsa, and cilantro aioli) and the Beef Shoulder Taco (with fried egg, arugula, and feta).  Now, I preface this by saying I don't call myself the \"Taco Destroyer\" for nothing.  Ask my wife and friends...I have an unhealthy obsession with tacos.  These tacos were delicious.  I ate half of each and (begrudgingly) gave the rest to my wife.\n\nOMG thank the gods I did.  I've had chicken and biscuits.  I've had chicken and waffles.  I've never had this.  My mouth waters and my stomach grumbles just thinking of that blend of salty and sweet, soft biscuit and crunchy breading, juicy chicken..............................................Sorry! Drifted off there for a second fantasizing about it.  I can neither confirm nor deny if I squealed while eating it.  Is there such thing as tri-winning?  Did I mention it was only $5 for happy hour...and enough to share????\n\nNext stop, dessert.  I have to admit, there was a problem with dessert--that problem being we couldn't decide between the bananas foster (think bananas foster, dipped and deep fried in a monte cristo like breading, topped with powdered sugar, and served with caramel sauce and vanilla ice cream) and chocolate cake dessert (topped with whipped cream, raspberry sauce, and strawberries).  How to solve the problem? Order both, naturally.  Hey, if you're gonna go, go all out.  Sound delicious?  Multiply it by 10.  Then you might be getting close.  Maybe.  \n\nNeedless to say, we pigged out, thanked and tipped our waiters, and waddled to the car.  Pig puns aside, I only have one regret about the Salty Sow--we lived in Phoenix for an entire year before finding it.  My heart weeps to think of all those times I \"settled\" for a 4- or 5-star reviewed restaurant when I could have been dining here instead.