I used to think ham was the furthest back piece of the pig I’d ever eat, since trotters don’t appeal to me. But, no! I’ve had pigtail. And I liked it. Don’t let the image of a curly pink spiral deter you. The pigtail I ate at the newly opened Abigail Street in the Gateway Quarter was discreetly uncorkscrewed into bits of delicious porky goodness.