As for the pigs, I had a couple of friends who lived in a small studio on rue Stephenson (ph, not v - named after the railway engineer, not the writer). He was an artist, wondered if that was a problem. Concièrge said, "O no, as long as you don't grow potatoes". The previous tenant had a huge box taking up a goodly proportion of his surface area, growing potatoes of all things.
Given the rent for a m2 in Paris, even in a proletarian area, those would have been gilt-edged potatoes. Doubt they even thrived there.
A Chicken Fried Steak Omelet is truly an abomination. Anyone in the know eats a Chicken Fried Steak with Cream Gravy, Hash Browns, Biscuits and 3 Eggs, Any Style. Where's the nearest IHOP? I want one of those. (I read something earlier that there are IHOPs in Mexico, but they haven't reached us yet, and I didn't search.)