Our merry wet feet ended up in this lovely high-ceiling’ed room pratically bordering Scarytown, Vancouver last night for a friend’s big 3-0. A dark, yet comfortable place – the service was friendly and… well… amusing perhaps is the word? He was an amusing fellow certainly – quick on the uptake and always quick with a quip and a comment. I must admit he was a highlight of the evening.
Yeah I know – it’s a bid foreboding to start a review that way… but oh well.
I smirk when dinner’s start with “Hey Russ — you’re drinking tonight right?” — from a person who very well knows that I don’t drink. Even more fun when I find my head nodding affirmative and suddenly there is a glass with a sparkly red and orangey concoction in front of me.
Champagne and cassis I am told.Sure. Why not.
It was different. Sadly I still fail to see the attraction. Kinda like Rihanna.
But I digress.
We were a small bowl of soup for an amuse bouche (yeah I know). I missed the description but it was reminiscent of a butternut squash soup with a good spicy hit of cinnamon. Not bad, not bad at all.
Starters were ordered and arrived – I had a spinach salad with proscuitto, candied pecans, and peaches. A tasty dish – and decently sized I might add, but at $13 — I’m just not sure value was to be had. There was also a brie crepe on the table, a cheese fondue and a few other plates.
Now the mains on the other hand were decently priced at an approximate $15 a plate and were at a respectable size. My coq au vin was tender and flavourful — but it doesn’t quite compare to the cholesterol-warming-version at Pastis, or the flavour explosion of Bacchus’. An interesting concept is you must order your sides separately (a la Gotham’s) — you get a good sized portion though for your dollars. We were passing around ratatouille, cauliflower gratin and a polenta — none of which were particularly memorable, but tasty for what they were.
At this point liquor was free-flowing along the table – when the cheese platter and chocolate fondue came — well all hell just broke loose. The women were hungry for stinky cheese (yes I just typed that) and the men were just hungry again — the fruit disappeared into the primordial chocolate goo and arose a whole different creature — one that had mutated into a wholly dis-similar species — one that had reached pure chocolate nirvana.
The cheese seemed to be at favour as well, but sadly I am not one with the fromage so I cannot say for sure.
All in all a fun evening had with good friends and good service. The food — neither spectacular nor memorable sadly, but certainly a tremendous value for bistro fare. As for me — Parkside and Mistral await.
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