White Burgundy Tasting, January 14
This was the first of what I hope will be a long series of tastings, with the theme of splitting the cost of some new arrivals in town, to try to identify what might be worth acquiring, and possibly limiting future disappointment.
All wines tasted blind, notes made, then uncovered and discussed over a couple more hours. All the white wines were opened in advance, poured in full size Burgundy stems, cool, but not cold.
The intro wine served while waiting for everyone to arrive (there were only 5 of us). It was an Henriot NV Champagne Blanc de Blanc, probably from 2004. It showed good Chardonnay character with a very bready, yeasty, and drying nose. It was tasty stuff, with again, more Chardonnay character when tasted. Nice aged fruit, leesy, dry finish. All were quite happy with it. Hand carried from New Brunswick, I did not get the price.
The first wine was a 2005 Domaine Fontaine-Gagnard Chassange-Montrachet, 1ere Cru La Romanée. It smelled of piney wood, nettles, mineral, with obvious alcohol. It had good acidity, but with an odd finish, burning the upper back corners of my throat. Spicey, peppery. I was not crazy about this one. $103/btl (Canadian dollars)
Next was a 2005 Daniel Rion Nuits-St. George, Les Terres Hautes. This was the wine I’d been wondering about when I heard there was a non-Chardonnay white in the flight. 100% Pinot Blanc, according to their product sheet. It has an interesting, even beguiling nose, perfumey oak and vanilla, with some red berry fruit. As time passed, the wine opened up even more to berry fruit reminiscent of Bakeapples, or white raspberries. It was clean, balanced with very subdued oak. Initially I called the fruit a white peach, and with time it changed to more of the aforementioned white raspberry or Bakeapple berry fruit. It was long. Obviously, I liked this a lot. We had been asked to pick out the Pinot Blanc, and I did. About $85 here.
The third wine was brought by one of the participants, a 2003 William Fevre Chablis Grand Cru Vaudesir. One hears all the traffic on this vintage, and it really is true. This did not remind me of any Chablis I’ve ever had. It was closed at first, but opened up to minerally fruit (good) and then went on to smell like pineapple juice for most of the evening, morphing to other tropical fruit smells as it warmed. It tasted of pineapple juice, and was waxy, honeyed, showed oak, vanilla and a tropical fruit I called breadfruit. Oddly, I liked the wine, but was a bit surprised at where it was from. About $80 here.
Number four was a 2004 Bouchard Pere et Fils Meursault Geneveres. This smelled piney, oakey, woody, with a sharp nose of malolactic at the start. It showed a major mineral character on the palate, grape tannin, OK acidity, and a full body with restrained fruit. Some vanilla. It settled down with time, and although identifiable as Burgundy, was the least balanced of the lot. About $85 here.
The final white Burg was a 2005 Domaine Fontaine-Gagnard Batard-Montrachet, Grand Cru. It smelled like a middle of the road white Burgundy at the start. Then, as it opened there was some burlap, wood/oak, red fruit, cinnamon, and vanilla. The palate was balanced, young, and the mouthfeel almost watery at the start. With time it filled in, with increasing intensity. Still disjointed, I think we were all guilty of some crime, somewhere, for opening this so early in its life. It is $208/btl here. We had been asked to pick out this wine and I did not come close.
After the whites were mostly gone (some of us still had some of the Pinot Blanc and Batard left in those glasses) the host opened a red for us to have a guess at. It was bricked at the rim, and into the glass at least a centimetre, showed a med red core and was slightly cloudy. It smelled of mushrooms, nettles, pine, and barnyard. It still had good tannins despite the age showing. With dry cherry, earth, and all that good Pinot stuff. It was drinking very well, and I was enjoying it when I had one of those “aha” moments. The first ever OK red Burgundy I had was the 1999 Bouchard Pere et Files Beaune de Chateau, which I paid $34 for back in 2002. Could this be that same wine, now 10 years old?
It was.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Monday, September 01, 2008
Wine of the Month, September 2008
I regret not having spread the word about this wine earlier. I guess I was being selfish. Sorry. I drank more of this wine this summer than anything else. It is yummy. I was always afraid it would be gone when I went to buy more.
And it is a bit of a surprise, I suppose.
Blomidon Estates Rosé. Wow! Clean crisp strawberry fruit and good acidity in this drink made the bad weather almost tolerable all the wet long summer.
I am hoping that September is nicer, and rewards us all with sunshine.
Celebrate that sun on your deck, porch, roof, or out your sunroof at 120 km/hr with this wine.
At $12.99 you can't go wrong.
This it the two thumbs up with a cherry on top wine of the summer.
And it is a bit of a surprise, I suppose.
Blomidon Estates Rosé. Wow! Clean crisp strawberry fruit and good acidity in this drink made the bad weather almost tolerable all the wet long summer.
I am hoping that September is nicer, and rewards us all with sunshine.
Celebrate that sun on your deck, porch, roof, or out your sunroof at 120 km/hr with this wine.
At $12.99 you can't go wrong.
This it the two thumbs up with a cherry on top wine of the summer.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Our New Nova Scotia Wine Culture
It had to happen - sooner or later something good was going to come out of this global warming thing. It seems as if there has been enough of a barely perceptible increase in the degree days that the Annapolis Valley gets to start having people look seriously at growing vinifera grapes (the ones most countries use to make wine from) such as Chardonnay, Pinot Noir, Cabernet Franc, and even a wee bit of Sangiovese.
Last week I was treated to a vineyard visit after having spent the previous day judging wines and beer for the National Amateur Winemakers Association. This was not just any vineyard, though, but that of Dr. Allan McIntyre. Located just east of Blomidon Estates winery in Habitant, Kings County this is one of the most highly regarded suppliers of good fruit to Nova Scotia's wineries. Right now, Gaspereau Vineyards and Jost Winery seem to be buying the bulk of the grapes grown here. The picture above and to the right shows Gina Haverstock, winemaker at Gaspereau Vineyards, walking the land with Flavio, Allan McIntyre's son-in-law, in the middle of the Cabernet Franc, with newly planted Pinot Noir in the background.
I was able to visit on a day when Allan was in the vineyard, toiling away. And my co-visitors were none other than Allan's daughter, Star Chick Sommelier* Alanna McIntyre, her mano Flavio, and Sommelier turned winemaker Gina Haverstock. Allan took the time from his labours to show us how he works some of his magic - the secret? Hard work.
The most interesting thing was the amount of Pinot Noir and Cabernet Franc that exists in this vineyard. I had been fortunate enough to taste both the 05 and 06 Cab Francs made with these grapes while at Jost Winery in July. At the time, I was very impressed with the 06 (a very good vintage in Nova Scotia) as it exhibited very little unripe flavour characteristics and was reminiscent of a very good Niagara Cab Franc. I also got to try the 06 Pinot Noir as well, and was happy to find it tasting like Pinot Noir!
The vines in the photo below are mostly Cab Franc, Pinot Noir and some Leon Millot. You can tell the more vigorous Leon Millot, on the right, by the amount of growth on the top of the vines.
This news is not new to those within the industry. They know what is coming. With Benjamin Bridge about to release their second wine, after the successful launch of Nova 7, a semi sparkling (perlant) aromatic wine with a dry finish, they are about to release a dessert wine.
But what really lurks over the horizon there is the upcoming (in maybe as long as two year's time) release of their signature sparkling wines, made in the Methode Champagnoise style, with Pinot Noir, Chardonnay, and even some Pinot Meunier all grown organically in the Gaspereau Valley. I have not been lucky enough to taste any yet, but those who have, have been effusive in their praise. Of course, it is not like we'll all be swilling it down like Keiths, as it is rumoured to be planned to be released in the $60 to $80 a bottle range.
So, why the "new" in my title? Well, up until these latest sightings, most of the good wine in Nova Scotia has been made from hybrids, or crosses of grapes that are chosen because of how well they survive our winters, and how they produce in our short growing season. But these latest wines defy that logic.
Two nights before this vineyard tour, I was again in the company of Gina, and we were joined by the new winemaker at Benjamin Bridge, Jean-Benoit Deslauriers at a house party prior to the wine judging the next day. The host, John Starr, opened a bottle of 1986 Cuvée d'Amur from Grand Pré, made by Roger Dial 22 years ago. This wine, made from Michurunetz grapes (a vitis vinifera cross on vitis amurensis rootstalk) was still very much alive, showing an amazingly complex, Burgundian nose, and still packing a solid lump of acidity with fruit remnants. An amazing drink, made moreso by being able to share it with Gina and Jean-Benoit. They are the ones (along with with Jurg Stutz, Hans Christian Jost, and David Beardsall I should add), who are picking up the torch that Roger lit a long time ago. They are working with better grapes every year.
And it is still warming up, so they say....
* sorry Mr. Coad, every place should have one, not just NYC
Last week I was treated to a vineyard visit after having spent the previous day judging wines and beer for the National Amateur Winemakers Association. This was not just any vineyard, though, but that of Dr. Allan McIntyre. Located just east of Blomidon Estates winery in Habitant, Kings County this is one of the most highly regarded suppliers of good fruit to Nova Scotia's wineries. Right now, Gaspereau Vineyards and Jost Winery seem to be buying the bulk of the grapes grown here. The picture above and to the right shows Gina Haverstock, winemaker at Gaspereau Vineyards, walking the land with Flavio, Allan McIntyre's son-in-law, in the middle of the Cabernet Franc, with newly planted Pinot Noir in the background.
I was able to visit on a day when Allan was in the vineyard, toiling away. And my co-visitors were none other than Allan's daughter, Star Chick Sommelier* Alanna McIntyre, her mano Flavio, and Sommelier turned winemaker Gina Haverstock. Allan took the time from his labours to show us how he works some of his magic - the secret? Hard work.
The most interesting thing was the amount of Pinot Noir and Cabernet Franc that exists in this vineyard. I had been fortunate enough to taste both the 05 and 06 Cab Francs made with these grapes while at Jost Winery in July. At the time, I was very impressed with the 06 (a very good vintage in Nova Scotia) as it exhibited very little unripe flavour characteristics and was reminiscent of a very good Niagara Cab Franc. I also got to try the 06 Pinot Noir as well, and was happy to find it tasting like Pinot Noir!
The vines in the photo below are mostly Cab Franc, Pinot Noir and some Leon Millot. You can tell the more vigorous Leon Millot, on the right, by the amount of growth on the top of the vines.
This news is not new to those within the industry. They know what is coming. With Benjamin Bridge about to release their second wine, after the successful launch of Nova 7, a semi sparkling (perlant) aromatic wine with a dry finish, they are about to release a dessert wine.But what really lurks over the horizon there is the upcoming (in maybe as long as two year's time) release of their signature sparkling wines, made in the Methode Champagnoise style, with Pinot Noir, Chardonnay, and even some Pinot Meunier all grown organically in the Gaspereau Valley. I have not been lucky enough to taste any yet, but those who have, have been effusive in their praise. Of course, it is not like we'll all be swilling it down like Keiths, as it is rumoured to be planned to be released in the $60 to $80 a bottle range.
So, why the "new" in my title? Well, up until these latest sightings, most of the good wine in Nova Scotia has been made from hybrids, or crosses of grapes that are chosen because of how well they survive our winters, and how they produce in our short growing season. But these latest wines defy that logic.
Two nights before this vineyard tour, I was again in the company of Gina, and we were joined by the new winemaker at Benjamin Bridge, Jean-Benoit Deslauriers at a house party prior to the wine judging the next day. The host, John Starr, opened a bottle of 1986 Cuvée d'Amur from Grand Pré, made by Roger Dial 22 years ago. This wine, made from Michurunetz grapes (a vitis vinifera cross on vitis amurensis rootstalk) was still very much alive, showing an amazingly complex, Burgundian nose, and still packing a solid lump of acidity with fruit remnants. An amazing drink, made moreso by being able to share it with Gina and Jean-Benoit. They are the ones (along with with Jurg Stutz, Hans Christian Jost, and David Beardsall I should add), who are picking up the torch that Roger lit a long time ago. They are working with better grapes every year.
And it is still warming up, so they say....
* sorry Mr. Coad, every place should have one, not just NYC
Friday, August 29, 2008
The Harbour Gets Loaded
Halifax Harbour cannot be made clean by Primary Sewage Treatment Plants and combined sewers.
It can be made cleaner, but not clean.
In the vain hope that Peter Kelly would go swimming for the cameras the day after a severe thunderstorm, I kept a bit quiet for a while on this issue. Now that it looks like he won't get some cool tropical disease, I might as well spill the news. The truth is, we spent millions of dollars on work to change where we put our poop into the environment, and to take some of the easy to remove things out, and that's all we did. The work on the Halifax Harbour Cleanup shut off many of the existing outfalls along our now well used and appreciated waterfront, and consolidated all those little problems into three big ones. It is doing what the engineers intended it to do.
From the rudimentary treatment plants we built, we put special, long outfall pipes out into our harbour so that the pollution is injected into the harbour at a place where it can be more easily flushed out to sea by the tides and currents in the harbour. That makes it all seem better because it is "all gone away".
What no one bothered to explain to the media (which didn't seem to try to understand the project anyway) was just how tough it is to clean up sewage flow when the sewers are combined sewers - they carry both flushed things from homes and businesses, as well as any rain that falls on our streets and roofs. So if it rains in Halifax (I have it on good advice that it does so on occasion) then an immediate, and very high volume (compared to the sewage) flow of runoff whooshes down the pipe, diluting the sewage, sometimes making it over 100 times the flow, and also making it colder than it was.
A huge, cold, dilute organic waste is very very difficult to treat. And to remove a high percentage of the pollutants, especially the organic ones (poop) is almost impossible. Organic waste is treated by biological processes that need some time, which at a high flow means massive tank storage to give the bugs time to eat the poop. Those bugs operate at a speed that is pretty much regulated by temperature - the colder they are, the slower they work, like me. When it rains, the system we now have really does not remove very much of the organic pollution because it would simply be too expensive to build such a massive treatment plant where the sewage has been collected.
But, there are two things that the media has yet to identify and understand, and that therefore mostly remain a mystery to the residents of HRM. First, when it rains, not only can we not treat the huge flow of dilute sewage, our pipes are not big enough to even take it to the new, better discharge sites we put a lot of the investment into creating. At some point, the pipe backs up (hello again, finless brown!) and is dumped directly into the harbour, usually via the old outfall pipe we thought was no longer in service.
The second thing is the real kicker, though. What do our environmental regulators do about this problem? When it rains, the harbour cleanup project allows most of the pollution to run out to the ocean the same as it always did. The total amount of material that causes environmental problems is not really reduced by any normal sewage treatment removal percentage. If, say 100,000 kilograms of poop went to the harbour before we spent all out money on the project, on a rainy day, maybe 75,000 (a wild guess just for demonstration purposes) kilograms of the poop goes to the harbour.
How is this possible given that they had to have a permit from Nova Scotia Environment, with the tacit approval, and funding from Environment Canada (plus DFO has to OK it) to continue to discharge this deleterious substance? Well, have you not heard the old axiom, "The solution to pollution is dilution." ?? That's how. The permit would authorize HRM to discharge as much sewage as they want up to a certain concentration of poop (I heard it was 50-60 ppm when every other Municipality in NS has to meet maximum 30 ppm for an ocean discharge). As long as there is enough rainwater diluting the poop, the regulators can look the other way, and the politicians can pretend they did something.
The sewage coming from a house before dilution has about 250 to 300 ppm of BOD. Stormwater dilution of sewage in a combined sewer is often up to ten times. Discharging more than 50 ppm when diluted 10 times would then be impossible, because it would be at 30 ppm, on average, with no treatment at all! You'd have to add poop (staff toilets in the treatment plants are not that big) to not meet the Approval. So the overflows meet permit with no treatment, because the permit is a bit, well, soft.
Sweet, eh?
Of course, the ecosystem in the harbour does not see it quite the same way. Most of that part of the equation is simply looking for food (poop to us), to live from, and they then strip oxygen from the water to support themselves, to the detriment of other things we might prefer to have live in the harbour.
Most countries regulate discharge of sewage in terms of the amount, or load in kilograms, of BOD per day that a receiving water body is subjected to, no matter how high, or low, the concentration of the discharge. We have ignored the logic of this, and regulate in mg/L or parts per million of BOD (by the way, for the purposes of this discussion, BOD (Biochemical Oxygen Demand) can be considered a laboratory based scientific way of saying "poop".) A two year old having a pee pee off a wharf might not meet the permit because the ammonia discharge in the effluent stream would be too high, but all of peninsular Halifax's sewage running untreated after a storm is just peachy.
This concentration versus loading concept can be explained in terms most Haligonians would understand. If we were out drinking, and I had ten shots of scotch, and you had ten beers, you'd have consumed a lot more liquid than me, but we'd both still be loaded. We all know that it is the alcohol loading that causes us to be loaded, not the water in the drink.
Yes, the harbour is still getting loaded every time it rains.
Cheers!
It can be made cleaner, but not clean.
In the vain hope that Peter Kelly would go swimming for the cameras the day after a severe thunderstorm, I kept a bit quiet for a while on this issue. Now that it looks like he won't get some cool tropical disease, I might as well spill the news. The truth is, we spent millions of dollars on work to change where we put our poop into the environment, and to take some of the easy to remove things out, and that's all we did. The work on the Halifax Harbour Cleanup shut off many of the existing outfalls along our now well used and appreciated waterfront, and consolidated all those little problems into three big ones. It is doing what the engineers intended it to do.
From the rudimentary treatment plants we built, we put special, long outfall pipes out into our harbour so that the pollution is injected into the harbour at a place where it can be more easily flushed out to sea by the tides and currents in the harbour. That makes it all seem better because it is "all gone away".
What no one bothered to explain to the media (which didn't seem to try to understand the project anyway) was just how tough it is to clean up sewage flow when the sewers are combined sewers - they carry both flushed things from homes and businesses, as well as any rain that falls on our streets and roofs. So if it rains in Halifax (I have it on good advice that it does so on occasion) then an immediate, and very high volume (compared to the sewage) flow of runoff whooshes down the pipe, diluting the sewage, sometimes making it over 100 times the flow, and also making it colder than it was.
A huge, cold, dilute organic waste is very very difficult to treat. And to remove a high percentage of the pollutants, especially the organic ones (poop) is almost impossible. Organic waste is treated by biological processes that need some time, which at a high flow means massive tank storage to give the bugs time to eat the poop. Those bugs operate at a speed that is pretty much regulated by temperature - the colder they are, the slower they work, like me. When it rains, the system we now have really does not remove very much of the organic pollution because it would simply be too expensive to build such a massive treatment plant where the sewage has been collected.
But, there are two things that the media has yet to identify and understand, and that therefore mostly remain a mystery to the residents of HRM. First, when it rains, not only can we not treat the huge flow of dilute sewage, our pipes are not big enough to even take it to the new, better discharge sites we put a lot of the investment into creating. At some point, the pipe backs up (hello again, finless brown!) and is dumped directly into the harbour, usually via the old outfall pipe we thought was no longer in service.
The second thing is the real kicker, though. What do our environmental regulators do about this problem? When it rains, the harbour cleanup project allows most of the pollution to run out to the ocean the same as it always did. The total amount of material that causes environmental problems is not really reduced by any normal sewage treatment removal percentage. If, say 100,000 kilograms of poop went to the harbour before we spent all out money on the project, on a rainy day, maybe 75,000 (a wild guess just for demonstration purposes) kilograms of the poop goes to the harbour.
How is this possible given that they had to have a permit from Nova Scotia Environment, with the tacit approval, and funding from Environment Canada (plus DFO has to OK it) to continue to discharge this deleterious substance? Well, have you not heard the old axiom, "The solution to pollution is dilution." ?? That's how. The permit would authorize HRM to discharge as much sewage as they want up to a certain concentration of poop (I heard it was 50-60 ppm when every other Municipality in NS has to meet maximum 30 ppm for an ocean discharge). As long as there is enough rainwater diluting the poop, the regulators can look the other way, and the politicians can pretend they did something.
The sewage coming from a house before dilution has about 250 to 300 ppm of BOD. Stormwater dilution of sewage in a combined sewer is often up to ten times. Discharging more than 50 ppm when diluted 10 times would then be impossible, because it would be at 30 ppm, on average, with no treatment at all! You'd have to add poop (staff toilets in the treatment plants are not that big) to not meet the Approval. So the overflows meet permit with no treatment, because the permit is a bit, well, soft.
Sweet, eh?
Of course, the ecosystem in the harbour does not see it quite the same way. Most of that part of the equation is simply looking for food (poop to us), to live from, and they then strip oxygen from the water to support themselves, to the detriment of other things we might prefer to have live in the harbour.
Most countries regulate discharge of sewage in terms of the amount, or load in kilograms, of BOD per day that a receiving water body is subjected to, no matter how high, or low, the concentration of the discharge. We have ignored the logic of this, and regulate in mg/L or parts per million of BOD (by the way, for the purposes of this discussion, BOD (Biochemical Oxygen Demand) can be considered a laboratory based scientific way of saying "poop".) A two year old having a pee pee off a wharf might not meet the permit because the ammonia discharge in the effluent stream would be too high, but all of peninsular Halifax's sewage running untreated after a storm is just peachy.
This concentration versus loading concept can be explained in terms most Haligonians would understand. If we were out drinking, and I had ten shots of scotch, and you had ten beers, you'd have consumed a lot more liquid than me, but we'd both still be loaded. We all know that it is the alcohol loading that causes us to be loaded, not the water in the drink.
Yes, the harbour is still getting loaded every time it rains.
Cheers!
Thursday, August 07, 2008
Another religious experience
After last fall's Mary Gauthier and Ron Hynes concert in a church, I thought that was about as much as you could do with getting former drug addicts to gather in a place of worship to play music. But Tuesday night's Steve Earle concert at St. Matthews managed to match and exceed that show. Let's face it. Mr. Earle has known his share of self inflicted trouble. He has spent a fair amount of time behind bars for drug infractions, ranging from being a Heroin addict caught with his stash, to being so stupid as to go back to Texas with a bag of weed in his possession.
Of course it seems that this time, he has cleaned up his act, and is on the path to maybe making it past the age of 60. A good part of that success may be due to the infusion of beauty (and talent) into his life via the beautiful Allison Moorer, seen below.
Alison came on first, after an extremely orderly and well organized seating for the sell out crowd (at over $50 a seat). She played about 8 songs, most from her recent release of covers, appropriately called Mockingbird. A highlight was her version of Joni Mitchell's Both Sides Now. Any Joni song is difficult to manage and she does so in an effortless manner. She did not sing Gillian Welch's Revelator, which is on the album.... I may need to find the disk now.
Steve came out shortly after her set, (long enough for people to take a short stretch) and played solid for about two and a half hours. It was truly a marathon, with the heat in the building. I was exhausted after the show, and Steve seemed pretty well OK with it. Maybe he really has cleaned up.
Here is a picture of what he looks like now. Quite the beard.
This was a great show, with some very cool turntable and electro-percussive work from a crew member that allowed some of the more urban sounds on his last couple of albums to be conveyed.
It was a show that will be difficult to match this year, one I don't think old Elton will come close to. Here we have a master of his form at the top of his game. To see him in a small acoustically great venue was wonderful. I can't see tired old Elton in the trashy Metro Centre coming close as a musical experience. Maybe as a spectacle, and we do know he has lots of those, right?
This musical couple continues their traveling road show in Ontario before heading south to their home and native land in the American Northeast. Of note, I'd recommend the 4 night stand at the Judson Memorial Church in New York from September 22 to 26.
Steve Earle in church? You betcha.
Of course it seems that this time, he has cleaned up his act, and is on the path to maybe making it past the age of 60. A good part of that success may be due to the infusion of beauty (and talent) into his life via the beautiful Allison Moorer, seen below.
Alison came on first, after an extremely orderly and well organized seating for the sell out crowd (at over $50 a seat). She played about 8 songs, most from her recent release of covers, appropriately called Mockingbird. A highlight was her version of Joni Mitchell's Both Sides Now. Any Joni song is difficult to manage and she does so in an effortless manner. She did not sing Gillian Welch's Revelator, which is on the album.... I may need to find the disk now.Steve came out shortly after her set, (long enough for people to take a short stretch) and played solid for about two and a half hours. It was truly a marathon, with the heat in the building. I was exhausted after the show, and Steve seemed pretty well OK with it. Maybe he really has cleaned up.
Here is a picture of what he looks like now. Quite the beard.
This was a great show, with some very cool turntable and electro-percussive work from a crew member that allowed some of the more urban sounds on his last couple of albums to be conveyed.It was a show that will be difficult to match this year, one I don't think old Elton will come close to. Here we have a master of his form at the top of his game. To see him in a small acoustically great venue was wonderful. I can't see tired old Elton in the trashy Metro Centre coming close as a musical experience. Maybe as a spectacle, and we do know he has lots of those, right?
This musical couple continues their traveling road show in Ontario before heading south to their home and native land in the American Northeast. Of note, I'd recommend the 4 night stand at the Judson Memorial Church in New York from September 22 to 26.
Steve Earle in church? You betcha.
Monday, August 04, 2008
Commercial Free TV!
I broke down this past month and joined the big screen TV generation. I even did the painful work of getting it all set up so the sound could run through my stereo. So now I have a miniature movie theatre in the house.
We have not bothered with television for some time. No cable in 12 years, and that will stay. But the DVD rentals have usually been mostly L's doing, feeding her interest in the movie genre.
Meanwhile I have managed to remain almost gleefully ignorant of anything related to reality TV (nope, never seen more than a glimpse of Survivor, Dancing with the Stars, American or Canadian or Turkish Idol.)
But I have occasionally heard about television series that are a cut above the average. With real writers, and not the WWF level of entertainment offered by the "reality" series.
The first one that came into my sphere of awareness was Six Feet Under. OK, I liked that. Odd premise, but once you got invested in the characters, it worked as entertainment, and as a reason to sit down and get lost in for an hour or so an evening.
But now, with my newly pimped up AV delivery system, I can be even more rewarded when I indulge in this genre.
So, on a whim (after having had a few drinks) I bought the first season of Dexter. The show about the serial killer who has a code instilled in him by his adopted father (the Batman theme regurgitated, I know, but it still works). I watched Dexter knock off other killers who apparently deserved it more than he did for a week, and the season was over.
Now it is Veronica Mars, traded to me for Dexter. (I wonder how long I can continue trading series like this?) Again, not bad, if a bit cute, and sometimes (but not always) predictable. This show gives its rewards via the age old tenet of revenge. We all like it when bad people get what they deserve, even if it is at the hands of a smart ass little blonde who, in the real world, would have been put into hospital about 12 times by now, and I'm only half way through the season. (late edit - I was happy to see that finally someone did kick her biddy lil smart ass a bit).
Music concert videos are cool when it is loud, sounds good, and looks great! Not the same as being there, but there is no dope smoke, no puke on the stairs, and the beers only cost $2, plus they are real beers, not Lite anything, and the seats are comfy.
But the best part - no commercials. The only commercials I see any more are when the Cannes Awards clips come through town. And then there are so many, I forget 3/4 of them anyway.
Well, it is about time for another episode of Veronica. I am secretly hoping she is knocked off in the show - they do say these new series do things like that. But somehow, I doubt it will happen - her contract probably went past this season.
Now, if I could only buy a TV show as a pay per view every now and then (like The Masters) I'd be all set!
We have not bothered with television for some time. No cable in 12 years, and that will stay. But the DVD rentals have usually been mostly L's doing, feeding her interest in the movie genre.
Meanwhile I have managed to remain almost gleefully ignorant of anything related to reality TV (nope, never seen more than a glimpse of Survivor, Dancing with the Stars, American or Canadian or Turkish Idol.)
But I have occasionally heard about television series that are a cut above the average. With real writers, and not the WWF level of entertainment offered by the "reality" series.
The first one that came into my sphere of awareness was Six Feet Under. OK, I liked that. Odd premise, but once you got invested in the characters, it worked as entertainment, and as a reason to sit down and get lost in for an hour or so an evening.
But now, with my newly pimped up AV delivery system, I can be even more rewarded when I indulge in this genre.
So, on a whim (after having had a few drinks) I bought the first season of Dexter. The show about the serial killer who has a code instilled in him by his adopted father (the Batman theme regurgitated, I know, but it still works). I watched Dexter knock off other killers who apparently deserved it more than he did for a week, and the season was over.
Now it is Veronica Mars, traded to me for Dexter. (I wonder how long I can continue trading series like this?) Again, not bad, if a bit cute, and sometimes (but not always) predictable. This show gives its rewards via the age old tenet of revenge. We all like it when bad people get what they deserve, even if it is at the hands of a smart ass little blonde who, in the real world, would have been put into hospital about 12 times by now, and I'm only half way through the season. (late edit - I was happy to see that finally someone did kick her biddy lil smart ass a bit).
Music concert videos are cool when it is loud, sounds good, and looks great! Not the same as being there, but there is no dope smoke, no puke on the stairs, and the beers only cost $2, plus they are real beers, not Lite anything, and the seats are comfy.
But the best part - no commercials. The only commercials I see any more are when the Cannes Awards clips come through town. And then there are so many, I forget 3/4 of them anyway.
Well, it is about time for another episode of Veronica. I am secretly hoping she is knocked off in the show - they do say these new series do things like that. But somehow, I doubt it will happen - her contract probably went past this season.
Now, if I could only buy a TV show as a pay per view every now and then (like The Masters) I'd be all set!
Wine of the Month - August, Jacob's Creek NV Chardonnay-Pinot Noir Brut Sparkling
This wine is hard to believe - it is so good for the money. The first time I had it, I was drinking a sparking wine and someone came up to me with a bottle of it and offered me some. I said, no, I'd stick with the stuff in my glass. Only to be told that that was what was IN my glass. Ooops. One geek stumped!
This is not really for the wine geek super snob, but you may make a fool of some of them if you serve it blind. And anyone who won't drink a cold glass of this on a hot day has issues.
$15.96 gets you some bready yeasty character, and some "real near-champagne-like" taste.
This is the one to have in the fridge for some zip to start a party, add to drinks for champagne martinis, add to fresh fruit, make Mimosas from, or to try to play stump the geek.
This year's version (it is a non-vintage (NV) offering, I believe) is very nice, but remember, next year may be a different thing.
So have your fun now.
This is not really for the wine geek super snob, but you may make a fool of some of them if you serve it blind. And anyone who won't drink a cold glass of this on a hot day has issues.
$15.96 gets you some bready yeasty character, and some "real near-champagne-like" taste.
This is the one to have in the fridge for some zip to start a party, add to drinks for champagne martinis, add to fresh fruit, make Mimosas from, or to try to play stump the geek.
This year's version (it is a non-vintage (NV) offering, I believe) is very nice, but remember, next year may be a different thing.
So have your fun now.
Think Globally, Drink Locally
I have a tee shirt that says this on the back. I got it at the Bow and Arrow pub in Toronto. The beauty of it, of course, is that the message works pretty well everywhere you go.
Here in Halifax we have two very good micro-breweries and a couple of good brew pubs. There are now many different types of beer available fresh, in keg in our city. Any bar that has pretensions of sophistication must have a tap from one of these places. Period. There is no argument to parry this statement that holds water... or, er, beer.
Witness the Argyle Street scene. In comes the Carleton, with a lot of investment in fit-up, but they appear to have sold their "tap soul" to a major brewery. Not one decent beer on tap. Yet, at the same time, a more unexpected place to find a good beer on tap, perhaps, Seven Wine Bar, offers Propeller Bitter. Fizz, a new drinks place between the Subway and the Bitter End has not one decent beer available. And by decent I mean non-factory made beer. Yet next door at the Bitter End there is Garrison, at least one type, on tap.
The large factory brewers have one motivation - make a product that can be sold to as many people as possible and sell as much (in volume) as possible by whatever means. They regularly manage to provide bar owners with "incentives" to keep their beers on tap, and others' off the bar. This is Halifax's dirty little secret in the bar scene, a practice that is never regulated by the Province.
But when owners care about the quality of their wares, they choose differently. The best pub in town, Tom's Little Havana, has a suite of Garrison products. The Economy Shoe Shop and all its various affiliated licenses offer both Propeller and Garrison. Most places worth eating in the city have at least one of the local micros to drink.
There is no reason for a responsible Haligonian who wants to have a night out, need go to any place that does not support the local (as in true local, owned by Nova Scotians) beer business.
This analogy extends to wines. Again, many places are ignorant, so much so that if they have a Nova Scotian wine available, it is actually not made in Nova Scotia, or at least the grapes are not grown here. We now have so many decent quaffable wines at prices that can translate to affordable by the glass offerings in bars and restaurants, that there is no excuse for any place not to offer good Nova Scotia wine. Again, The Carleton falls flat on it face. But Fizz looks great, with the yummy strawberry accented Blomidon Rosé available by the glass. A perfect wine to sip while watching the street go by from their patio.
Most places with a trained Sommelier (not just someone who calls themself that) offer a number of different Nova Scotia wines. In fact, that may very well be the best way to identify a wine list that is professionally prepared in Nova Scotia. The losers have all the standard Australian best sellers at the NSLC with the big marketing budgets. Any place that you see, for example, Gaspereau Seyval Blanc on the list probably has a real Sommelier choosing the wines. Demonstrating an understanding of the local wines is one way for a restaurant to illustrate that it has an understanding of local food. Wine is food.
So, if you want to reinforce real local business with your spending, drink locally. When you are in Toronto, drink their beers and Niagara or Prince Edward County wines. In Montreal, drink their beers, and try Quebec wine (it can be good). And use the beer taps on the counter as a gauge of what to expect elsewhere in the place.
I vote with my palate. No reason you can't too.
Here in Halifax we have two very good micro-breweries and a couple of good brew pubs. There are now many different types of beer available fresh, in keg in our city. Any bar that has pretensions of sophistication must have a tap from one of these places. Period. There is no argument to parry this statement that holds water... or, er, beer.
Witness the Argyle Street scene. In comes the Carleton, with a lot of investment in fit-up, but they appear to have sold their "tap soul" to a major brewery. Not one decent beer on tap. Yet, at the same time, a more unexpected place to find a good beer on tap, perhaps, Seven Wine Bar, offers Propeller Bitter. Fizz, a new drinks place between the Subway and the Bitter End has not one decent beer available. And by decent I mean non-factory made beer. Yet next door at the Bitter End there is Garrison, at least one type, on tap.
The large factory brewers have one motivation - make a product that can be sold to as many people as possible and sell as much (in volume) as possible by whatever means. They regularly manage to provide bar owners with "incentives" to keep their beers on tap, and others' off the bar. This is Halifax's dirty little secret in the bar scene, a practice that is never regulated by the Province.
But when owners care about the quality of their wares, they choose differently. The best pub in town, Tom's Little Havana, has a suite of Garrison products. The Economy Shoe Shop and all its various affiliated licenses offer both Propeller and Garrison. Most places worth eating in the city have at least one of the local micros to drink.
There is no reason for a responsible Haligonian who wants to have a night out, need go to any place that does not support the local (as in true local, owned by Nova Scotians) beer business.
This analogy extends to wines. Again, many places are ignorant, so much so that if they have a Nova Scotian wine available, it is actually not made in Nova Scotia, or at least the grapes are not grown here. We now have so many decent quaffable wines at prices that can translate to affordable by the glass offerings in bars and restaurants, that there is no excuse for any place not to offer good Nova Scotia wine. Again, The Carleton falls flat on it face. But Fizz looks great, with the yummy strawberry accented Blomidon Rosé available by the glass. A perfect wine to sip while watching the street go by from their patio.
Most places with a trained Sommelier (not just someone who calls themself that) offer a number of different Nova Scotia wines. In fact, that may very well be the best way to identify a wine list that is professionally prepared in Nova Scotia. The losers have all the standard Australian best sellers at the NSLC with the big marketing budgets. Any place that you see, for example, Gaspereau Seyval Blanc on the list probably has a real Sommelier choosing the wines. Demonstrating an understanding of the local wines is one way for a restaurant to illustrate that it has an understanding of local food. Wine is food.
So, if you want to reinforce real local business with your spending, drink locally. When you are in Toronto, drink their beers and Niagara or Prince Edward County wines. In Montreal, drink their beers, and try Quebec wine (it can be good). And use the beer taps on the counter as a gauge of what to expect elsewhere in the place.
I vote with my palate. No reason you can't too.
Sunday, June 01, 2008
Wine of the Month - June
Well, I already recommended the Gapereau Rosé, so let's pick something else you may never have tried before.
Try the Trapiche Broquel Bonarda, from Argentina - now in the POW and some POW sections at the NSLC.
Full bodied, juicy and interesting. This wine will match a lot of BBQ.
And you'll be drinking something cool and different - your guests will marvel at your sophistication, and courage at not just getting another bottle of a grape you know.
Bonarda is what the Argentinians drink. Lots of it.
Try the Trapiche Broquel Bonarda, from Argentina - now in the POW and some POW sections at the NSLC.
Full bodied, juicy and interesting. This wine will match a lot of BBQ.
And you'll be drinking something cool and different - your guests will marvel at your sophistication, and courage at not just getting another bottle of a grape you know.
Bonarda is what the Argentinians drink. Lots of it.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
I would walk 500 miles....
Ever been at a show where you find yourself singing along at the top of your lungs and you're not even drunk?
That was me at The Proclaimers show last Friday, along with pretty well everyone else in there, including some of the staff.
Sure the lads are not the skinny rosy cheeked neo-folk/punk/blue eyed soul/pub rockers that used to nearly die of exhaustion on stage anymore, but they have their act down pat, with a very tight band, and true to the recordings arrangements. They mixed up the new and the old, singing favourites like Letter from America, 500 Miles, Cap In Hand and the like, but also throwing in some fine contemporary work.
Of course it was the audience that struck me when I finally got in the door. The security on the outside was like frickin' Heathrow, which was made so laughable once you got in and saw who was there. I wonder how many people had their knitting needles confiscated at the door? I don't think The Who were talking about this generation, not anymore, anyhow.
Yep, I was pretty well totally immersed in my own demographic.
The sound was very reminiscent of The Committments - white boy, blue eyed soul. The newer material definitely leans that way. But the social conscience that was most obvious in Cap in Hand ("and I don't understand why we let someone else rule our, land, cap in hand...") is still there in songs like New Religion, with a lyric like this:
"Evidence of a new religion
Meeting a human need
fertiliser for the brain
Feeding the weakest seeds."
Attacking the crap we get from the modern media and entertainment business. This was a pretty cool song.
They take a wicked shot at the rockers who are now lining up for knighthood in the UK, I mean, how can't Mick Jagger and Paul McCartney respond to this:
In Recognition of your 100 million album sales
In Recognition of your popularity
You take your gaudy prize from people you said you despise
You wear your self-respect upon your bended knees.
In spite of all your claims
It looks like you’re just the same
As every other clown, who likes put the crown
Before or after their names.
Even the title song from their new album, called "Life with You", has an edge to it that keeps it from being sappy. The words are, but the song isn't.
Mojo magazine described the brothers' stage presence as having the "tenacity of two Jack Russels on rabbit duty". I can see that.
I'll finish with the best snippet of lyric from their new album, from the song "The Long Haul"
"I miss the days
When the threat to our position
Didn't come from some religion
But from godless Communism"
Hard to argue with that one.
That was me at The Proclaimers show last Friday, along with pretty well everyone else in there, including some of the staff.
Sure the lads are not the skinny rosy cheeked neo-folk/punk/blue eyed soul/pub rockers that used to nearly die of exhaustion on stage anymore, but they have their act down pat, with a very tight band, and true to the recordings arrangements. They mixed up the new and the old, singing favourites like Letter from America, 500 Miles, Cap In Hand and the like, but also throwing in some fine contemporary work.
Of course it was the audience that struck me when I finally got in the door. The security on the outside was like frickin' Heathrow, which was made so laughable once you got in and saw who was there. I wonder how many people had their knitting needles confiscated at the door? I don't think The Who were talking about this generation, not anymore, anyhow.
Yep, I was pretty well totally immersed in my own demographic.
The sound was very reminiscent of The Committments - white boy, blue eyed soul. The newer material definitely leans that way. But the social conscience that was most obvious in Cap in Hand ("and I don't understand why we let someone else rule our, land, cap in hand...") is still there in songs like New Religion, with a lyric like this:
"Evidence of a new religion
Meeting a human need
fertiliser for the brain
Feeding the weakest seeds."
Attacking the crap we get from the modern media and entertainment business. This was a pretty cool song.
They take a wicked shot at the rockers who are now lining up for knighthood in the UK, I mean, how can't Mick Jagger and Paul McCartney respond to this:
In Recognition of your 100 million album sales
In Recognition of your popularity
You take your gaudy prize from people you said you despise
You wear your self-respect upon your bended knees.
In spite of all your claims
It looks like you’re just the same
As every other clown, who likes put the crown
Before or after their names.
Even the title song from their new album, called "Life with You", has an edge to it that keeps it from being sappy. The words are, but the song isn't.
Mojo magazine described the brothers' stage presence as having the "tenacity of two Jack Russels on rabbit duty". I can see that.
I'll finish with the best snippet of lyric from their new album, from the song "The Long Haul"
"I miss the days
When the threat to our position
Didn't come from some religion
But from godless Communism"
Hard to argue with that one.
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Wine of the Month - Gaspereau Vineyards Rosé
It is time to start thinking of spring. Yes, it was 14 degrees in my yard today.
And spring demands Rosé.
In Nova Scotia we make great rosé. And my favourite for a day in day out quaffer is Gaspereau's 2006 version.
Try it. The price varies depending on where you get it.
Drink it outside on a deck in the sun, to watch the light gleam through it.
And spring demands Rosé.
In Nova Scotia we make great rosé. And my favourite for a day in day out quaffer is Gaspereau's 2006 version.
Try it. The price varies depending on where you get it.
Drink it outside on a deck in the sun, to watch the light gleam through it.
jane's great next door adventure
I just finished eating my first dinner carried home and cooked by me, from jane's next door. Jane Wright (jane's on the common) has taken advantage of the storefront in the space she rents next door to the restaurant. This is a place for people who don't feel like really cooking, but are not into eating out either.
My tortiere is currently digesting happily in my tummy.
The sandwiches looked awesome, real roast beef, and the Propeller Sodas are a great local accompaniment.
There are jane's famous soups to heat up at home, chicken pot pie, a curry, and yes, you can by an entire hazelnut torte...
And for a lot of us, it is right on the way home!
UPDATE, June 1: I am now an addict. Just had the Cassoulet for the second time, and it is great. The lamb shepherd's pie rocks, and the soups are to die for.
My tortiere is currently digesting happily in my tummy.
The sandwiches looked awesome, real roast beef, and the Propeller Sodas are a great local accompaniment.
There are jane's famous soups to heat up at home, chicken pot pie, a curry, and yes, you can by an entire hazelnut torte...
And for a lot of us, it is right on the way home!
UPDATE, June 1: I am now an addict. Just had the Cassoulet for the second time, and it is great. The lamb shepherd's pie rocks, and the soups are to die for.
Takin' the "Eh" Train
I'd planned on taking a trip back to Halifax from Montreal sometime this year, and the half price sale Via put on was the edge I needed.
One of the best things you can do in Canada is take this train trip. There is a choreography to the journey that lends itself to major relaxation, and achieving a kind of rhythm that really allows you to rest.
If you like to sleep in a moving bed, that is. I do.
You board the train in time for the 6:30 departure from Montreal, and book a seat for dinner at 6:45. You then have the best seat for dinner in the eastern part of Canada (if there is a similar experience in the Rockies, I'll bow to that). The sun is setting behind Mount Royal as you glide (in fits and starts) down the Saint Lawrence River Valley, the villages and towns and their cathedrals passing by as the light fades.
The meal is okay, in winter. I hear it gets better in summer, when ridership increases. I had a roast pork, cranberry sauce, mashed potato and green bean dinner ($18)that would have been much better if it had been served with some jus, but, with a glass of Jost Trilogy was not bad. All the wines were Nova Scotian, and they were obviously selected by someone who knew wine.
Sleep came later, somewhere around Riviere du Loups, and I awoke outside Bathurst, with metres of snow outside the window. We were slowed by a young teenager moose on the track, trotting along in front of the train, hemmed in by the 3m snow banks on each side. Eventually the moose took a left at a crossing, and headed into town, and we hit the tracks for Moncton.
Home in Halifax, I arrive rested, and ready to start work after a fun short vacation.
One of the best things you can do in Canada is take this train trip. There is a choreography to the journey that lends itself to major relaxation, and achieving a kind of rhythm that really allows you to rest.
If you like to sleep in a moving bed, that is. I do.
You board the train in time for the 6:30 departure from Montreal, and book a seat for dinner at 6:45. You then have the best seat for dinner in the eastern part of Canada (if there is a similar experience in the Rockies, I'll bow to that). The sun is setting behind Mount Royal as you glide (in fits and starts) down the Saint Lawrence River Valley, the villages and towns and their cathedrals passing by as the light fades.
The meal is okay, in winter. I hear it gets better in summer, when ridership increases. I had a roast pork, cranberry sauce, mashed potato and green bean dinner ($18)that would have been much better if it had been served with some jus, but, with a glass of Jost Trilogy was not bad. All the wines were Nova Scotian, and they were obviously selected by someone who knew wine.
Sleep came later, somewhere around Riviere du Loups, and I awoke outside Bathurst, with metres of snow outside the window. We were slowed by a young teenager moose on the track, trotting along in front of the train, hemmed in by the 3m snow banks on each side. Eventually the moose took a left at a crossing, and headed into town, and we hit the tracks for Moncton.
Home in Halifax, I arrive rested, and ready to start work after a fun short vacation.
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Another Chapter in my Life
I found a great beer bar. About 70 taps, all the ones I tried were fresh, the most you pay is $4.50 for a 16 oz pint in a sleeve. The bartenders know the beers. They can recommend a beer from all the taps they have at hand with an uncanny expertise (or is that experience?) based on what a newbie asks them for.
There is a pool table. Free popcorn. A slate of regulars who look like they were just taken from some movie set - a B movie.
There is one TV - it sits above the bar, and the 'tenders let the regulars who sit there have the remote.
The bartender will help you order-in take-out from every place in town, including one pizza place that is awesome. One of those thick pizzas where you think you can eat more than one piece, but you really can't.
People talk to you.
And, they have 10 IPA's on tap! Real IPA's, not pretend "kiss your cousin" beers like Keith's. Lagunitas, Stone, Magic Hat, Middle Ages, Victory Hop Devil, Smutty Nose, Ithaca Brewing Company Hop Flower and Double IPA, Southern Tier IPA, and IBC Cascazilla Red, which is a super hoppy red ale, that really is an IPA.
There is one small problem, though.
The pub is in Ithaca NY. Home of Cornell University.
This bar was 8 minutes walk from, and 20 minutes walk to (after) where we crashed on our recent Finger Lakes winery tour. And the 20 minutes does not include a stop at the Hot Truck. I had the Shaggy - Hot and Heavy: This delight is a quarter loaf of french bread with meatball, sausage, cheese, onion, garlic, red hot pepper and grease and garden. I know I ate it all because there was nothing left the next day.
I had a pretty good vacation. I think.
Oh, and we toured some wineries, too.....
There is a pool table. Free popcorn. A slate of regulars who look like they were just taken from some movie set - a B movie.
There is one TV - it sits above the bar, and the 'tenders let the regulars who sit there have the remote.
The bartender will help you order-in take-out from every place in town, including one pizza place that is awesome. One of those thick pizzas where you think you can eat more than one piece, but you really can't.
People talk to you.
And, they have 10 IPA's on tap! Real IPA's, not pretend "kiss your cousin" beers like Keith's. Lagunitas, Stone, Magic Hat, Middle Ages, Victory Hop Devil, Smutty Nose, Ithaca Brewing Company Hop Flower and Double IPA, Southern Tier IPA, and IBC Cascazilla Red, which is a super hoppy red ale, that really is an IPA.
There is one small problem, though.
The pub is in Ithaca NY. Home of Cornell University.
This bar was 8 minutes walk from, and 20 minutes walk to (after) where we crashed on our recent Finger Lakes winery tour. And the 20 minutes does not include a stop at the Hot Truck. I had the Shaggy - Hot and Heavy: This delight is a quarter loaf of french bread with meatball, sausage, cheese, onion, garlic, red hot pepper and grease and garden. I know I ate it all because there was nothing left the next day.
I had a pretty good vacation. I think.
Oh, and we toured some wineries, too.....
Schwartz's Revisited - Smokin' Meat
Some time ago, I had some fun with Montreal smoked meat sandwiches and Tiger Woods. This during the President's Cup last year.
Well, this week, I got stranded in Montreal with the Riesling Princess on our way back from drinking far too much all over northern NY and southern ON.
So I did what I had to do. I took her out to Schwartz's. She has never been there.
Okay. So I was wrong. The Main is good, but Schwartz's is better. Are you happy now? Our server was even polite, sort of. I mean he didn't swear at us, he turned to face us when he farted. All positive things.
We were there in the middle of a snowstorm that was trapping us in Montreal (there are few better places to be trapped) and the place was still about 80% full at 10 pm on a Tuesday night.
And the meat was fine. Very fine.
And Benelux (corner of Sherbrooke and Jeanne Mance) after was at least as good. Great hefeweizen, and very good West Coast Style Pale/IPA.
Well, this week, I got stranded in Montreal with the Riesling Princess on our way back from drinking far too much all over northern NY and southern ON.
So I did what I had to do. I took her out to Schwartz's. She has never been there.
Okay. So I was wrong. The Main is good, but Schwartz's is better. Are you happy now? Our server was even polite, sort of. I mean he didn't swear at us, he turned to face us when he farted. All positive things.
We were there in the middle of a snowstorm that was trapping us in Montreal (there are few better places to be trapped) and the place was still about 80% full at 10 pm on a Tuesday night.
And the meat was fine. Very fine.
And Benelux (corner of Sherbrooke and Jeanne Mance) after was at least as good. Great hefeweizen, and very good West Coast Style Pale/IPA.
Thai One On
The regular Friday pub.
The regular Friday beers.
But something different is happening this week. No-one orders food from the pub menu.
Six semi-sober adults are still hungry at 7 pm.
Chabaa Thai has been sitting right up the street from the pub for a while now (since September, for chrissakes!!) and I have yet to eat there. Let's not forget that I met owner, and chef Wen Prathumma at a stag party... a very Canadian stag party that he seemed to be somewhat unsure of his correct mode of behaviour at, back in early August. Let's not forget that I helped Wade D. with the wine and beer list for the place. No, let's just say I've been an idiot and taken this long to show up and eat.
So, we walk the 50 metres up Queen Street and sit down to eat.
Well, the joke is on me. The food was amazing. And I warn you. There is one thing on the menu that will completely confound you, send you running home to fire up the BBQ and then waste a large amount of pork ribs to try to re-create this dish. The BBQ Pork Ribs were not of this world. I don't know how he does it (but I am going to try to find out) but these things are puffy. Like airy, like soft, melt in the mouth, spicy, sweet, cherry goodness. We had a certain "celebrity chef" with us at dinner (oh, how he hates top be called that...! {correction -it seems he does not mind at all!}) and he was unsure just how this delicacy was created. And trust me, that says a lot, because he really knows ribs.
That is not to say the rest of the food was not excellent, but these ribs were something else altogether. Next time, I am getting three orders and sucking them all back by myself. And next time may be as soon as I can get there.
The Massaman Curry Pork, Ginger Beef with Mushrooms, Spicy Chicken Noodles, Fresh Spring Rolls (with mint leaves), and everything else I tried, were all really good.
The wine we chose, a Fetzer (California) Gewurztraminer worked very well with almost everything, only losing itself a bit on one red curry dish. Some of the party had Hoegaarden Witbier (which has coriander in it), which is usually amazing with Thai food, and others slurped back Pilsner Urquell without complaining.
Wen apparently was the original chef at start-up for both Baan Thai and Talay Thai. The first as an almost indentured servant at Baan Thai, to where he came after finishing third in some big national cooking competition in Thailand, and then starting up Talay Thai with a brother (at least that's the rumour I heard). Now he is on his own, but not really, as his fiancé, Kim Dao, rumoured to be the daughter of a local restaurateur, is a partner not only in life, but in business.
I have eaten at every place in town that does Thai food now, I believe. None compares to this.
The regular Friday beers.
But something different is happening this week. No-one orders food from the pub menu.
Six semi-sober adults are still hungry at 7 pm.
Chabaa Thai has been sitting right up the street from the pub for a while now (since September, for chrissakes!!) and I have yet to eat there. Let's not forget that I met owner, and chef Wen Prathumma at a stag party... a very Canadian stag party that he seemed to be somewhat unsure of his correct mode of behaviour at, back in early August. Let's not forget that I helped Wade D. with the wine and beer list for the place. No, let's just say I've been an idiot and taken this long to show up and eat.
So, we walk the 50 metres up Queen Street and sit down to eat.
Well, the joke is on me. The food was amazing. And I warn you. There is one thing on the menu that will completely confound you, send you running home to fire up the BBQ and then waste a large amount of pork ribs to try to re-create this dish. The BBQ Pork Ribs were not of this world. I don't know how he does it (but I am going to try to find out) but these things are puffy. Like airy, like soft, melt in the mouth, spicy, sweet, cherry goodness. We had a certain "celebrity chef" with us at dinner (oh, how he hates top be called that...! {correction -it seems he does not mind at all!}) and he was unsure just how this delicacy was created. And trust me, that says a lot, because he really knows ribs.
That is not to say the rest of the food was not excellent, but these ribs were something else altogether. Next time, I am getting three orders and sucking them all back by myself. And next time may be as soon as I can get there.
The Massaman Curry Pork, Ginger Beef with Mushrooms, Spicy Chicken Noodles, Fresh Spring Rolls (with mint leaves), and everything else I tried, were all really good.
The wine we chose, a Fetzer (California) Gewurztraminer worked very well with almost everything, only losing itself a bit on one red curry dish. Some of the party had Hoegaarden Witbier (which has coriander in it), which is usually amazing with Thai food, and others slurped back Pilsner Urquell without complaining.
Wen apparently was the original chef at start-up for both Baan Thai and Talay Thai. The first as an almost indentured servant at Baan Thai, to where he came after finishing third in some big national cooking competition in Thailand, and then starting up Talay Thai with a brother (at least that's the rumour I heard). Now he is on his own, but not really, as his fiancé, Kim Dao, rumoured to be the daughter of a local restaurateur, is a partner not only in life, but in business.
I have eaten at every place in town that does Thai food now, I believe. None compares to this.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Now that the smoke has cleared - Tom's a year later
Back a year ago, I wrote about the last day of smoking in bars in Nova Scotia.
Smoked Out at Tom's
Now we are a year later, and my concerns about the future of one of my favourite watering holes have been diminished somewhat. The same people are back, though they smoke outside now. The staff are still the best. And the beer and the food are even better. The tap of Garrison IPA is one of the freshest in the city, with a large volume of sales of this, my new favourite beer. And the kitchen has been revamped, and now the food is even better.
In fact, Tom's might be the best place to eat in town that you have not eaten at yet.
I recommend the Havana Roll, or the Green Curry Chicken, or the pizza of the day.
Just don't take my seat. Cause the place is probably standing room only. And smoke free at that!
Smoked Out at Tom's
Now we are a year later, and my concerns about the future of one of my favourite watering holes have been diminished somewhat. The same people are back, though they smoke outside now. The staff are still the best. And the beer and the food are even better. The tap of Garrison IPA is one of the freshest in the city, with a large volume of sales of this, my new favourite beer. And the kitchen has been revamped, and now the food is even better.
In fact, Tom's might be the best place to eat in town that you have not eaten at yet.
I recommend the Havana Roll, or the Green Curry Chicken, or the pizza of the day.
Just don't take my seat. Cause the place is probably standing room only. And smoke free at that!
Oh Gee! Gio!
After having been to this "Not a Hotel Restaurant" I think four times, none with L, I finally got off my butt and took her out to dinner there this past week.
Gio is the restaurant in the Prince George Hotel in downtown Halifax. The Prince George has a chef whose name is getting too big for the hotel - Ray Bear, and this place was the management's strategy to get him to stay. Or that's how I heard it, anyway. The place was created under the very careful, and detailed eye of Craig Norton, Manager, and Sommelier. Craig has a great sense of design, and detail, and it shows in the place, from the choice of tea bags, to the towels in the washroom. I had emailed him to let him know I'd be at dinner, in case he was around. But he had apparently been dragged off to something in Toronto that day.
I arrived after L, and she was waiting with her tea, reading the menu. The tea was in a little pyramid mesh container with a string coming from the top with a "leaf" on the end. A beautiful product. Detail. The cutlery and china are pretty unique, although familiar from our times at Saege, where the chef is friends with Ray Bear, and shares the same supplier.
I order a glass of 30 Bench Riesling, and we set to the menu in earnest, as the breads arrive (three types, with the butter soft enough to spread - detail). And an amuse bouche consisitng of one tiny quail's leg. (peep peep)
Our appetizers arrive in good time, my ravioli stuffed with kobe beef short rib with oyster mushroom and red wine jus is an ample portion (one past criticism of Gio had been small portions) and L's pork belly with smoked pomegranate molasses, parsnip, potato chip and apple confit set the stage for what will be quite the evening of eating. Both dishes are excellent.
I had discussed my appetizer choice with the server, as I had been torn between the raviloi and the carpaccio. On clearing our plates, two small versions of the carpaccio arrive, out of the blue. Perhaps Craig is around. This was so thinly sliced, I had to almost cut it off the plate. In my mouth with the brioche and a bit of the Lohr Valdiguié red wine I now had in front of me, some magic happened. That wine was a curiosity I wanted to fulfill, but my server wisely suggested that if I was going to order the venison, it would not do the trick. He was right. A glass of Mazzei Poggio alla Badiolo was soon sitting there for that, but he brought me some Valdiguié anyway. It was very Gamay-like, with carbonic maceration evident. With the fluffy brioche and carpaccio it was light and almost serious. On its own, similar to an ordinary Beaujolais Villages.
After a more substantial wait, and regular attention to L's and my water glasses (hers with some infused water - detail) the main courses arrived. As usual, at Gio, the presentation is of high quality, and almost too beautiful to distrub in order to eat. But eat we do.
My venison is simply amazing. I am not a game eater, normally, but this was like great filet mignon with complexity. The server said that it came from a ranch in Alberta. The veggies seemed scarce, but that may have been due to the size of the plate. Green beans slit down the seam with the sectioned seeds inside created a simple but beautiful effect. L's rack of lamb was huge, with a lot of perfectly done meat, and so flavourful I almost, but not quite, swapped plates by force.
Let me be clear. I loved this venison. It was rare. I was having visions of hunting with spears in the deep dark woods.
We took our time, more tea for L, and ordered desserts, L having a "wanna.gotta.havea", a flourless orange almond cake with orange curd, pistachio ice cream, blood orange sauce and frozen nougat. I ordered the assorted cheese plate, and this was a revalation. Five type of cheese, each with a little fruit choice to match, and some of that crispy thin fruit and nut bread/cracker. One cheese, called Rolling Thunder, a hard parmesan like cheese form Thunder Bay (of all places) was amazing with a fig chutney and hazlenuts. Borgonzola bathing in blackberry sauce with one large blackberry to eat with it, some braised brie sat on top of a bit of melon.... you get the idea. I ate every little crumb of everything.
We had had a MEAL. One of the best ever in Halifax. A truly enjoyable evening, with one of the best servers I have experienced in years. All in, including tip (two glasses of wine, though they comped me one) was about $190. But who cares when the food is durn near perfect?
Gio is the restaurant in the Prince George Hotel in downtown Halifax. The Prince George has a chef whose name is getting too big for the hotel - Ray Bear, and this place was the management's strategy to get him to stay. Or that's how I heard it, anyway. The place was created under the very careful, and detailed eye of Craig Norton, Manager, and Sommelier. Craig has a great sense of design, and detail, and it shows in the place, from the choice of tea bags, to the towels in the washroom. I had emailed him to let him know I'd be at dinner, in case he was around. But he had apparently been dragged off to something in Toronto that day.
I arrived after L, and she was waiting with her tea, reading the menu. The tea was in a little pyramid mesh container with a string coming from the top with a "leaf" on the end. A beautiful product. Detail. The cutlery and china are pretty unique, although familiar from our times at Saege, where the chef is friends with Ray Bear, and shares the same supplier.
I order a glass of 30 Bench Riesling, and we set to the menu in earnest, as the breads arrive (three types, with the butter soft enough to spread - detail). And an amuse bouche consisitng of one tiny quail's leg. (peep peep)
Our appetizers arrive in good time, my ravioli stuffed with kobe beef short rib with oyster mushroom and red wine jus is an ample portion (one past criticism of Gio had been small portions) and L's pork belly with smoked pomegranate molasses, parsnip, potato chip and apple confit set the stage for what will be quite the evening of eating. Both dishes are excellent.
I had discussed my appetizer choice with the server, as I had been torn between the raviloi and the carpaccio. On clearing our plates, two small versions of the carpaccio arrive, out of the blue. Perhaps Craig is around. This was so thinly sliced, I had to almost cut it off the plate. In my mouth with the brioche and a bit of the Lohr Valdiguié red wine I now had in front of me, some magic happened. That wine was a curiosity I wanted to fulfill, but my server wisely suggested that if I was going to order the venison, it would not do the trick. He was right. A glass of Mazzei Poggio alla Badiolo was soon sitting there for that, but he brought me some Valdiguié anyway. It was very Gamay-like, with carbonic maceration evident. With the fluffy brioche and carpaccio it was light and almost serious. On its own, similar to an ordinary Beaujolais Villages.
After a more substantial wait, and regular attention to L's and my water glasses (hers with some infused water - detail) the main courses arrived. As usual, at Gio, the presentation is of high quality, and almost too beautiful to distrub in order to eat. But eat we do.
My venison is simply amazing. I am not a game eater, normally, but this was like great filet mignon with complexity. The server said that it came from a ranch in Alberta. The veggies seemed scarce, but that may have been due to the size of the plate. Green beans slit down the seam with the sectioned seeds inside created a simple but beautiful effect. L's rack of lamb was huge, with a lot of perfectly done meat, and so flavourful I almost, but not quite, swapped plates by force.
Let me be clear. I loved this venison. It was rare. I was having visions of hunting with spears in the deep dark woods.
We took our time, more tea for L, and ordered desserts, L having a "wanna.gotta.havea", a flourless orange almond cake with orange curd, pistachio ice cream, blood orange sauce and frozen nougat. I ordered the assorted cheese plate, and this was a revalation. Five type of cheese, each with a little fruit choice to match, and some of that crispy thin fruit and nut bread/cracker. One cheese, called Rolling Thunder, a hard parmesan like cheese form Thunder Bay (of all places) was amazing with a fig chutney and hazlenuts. Borgonzola bathing in blackberry sauce with one large blackberry to eat with it, some braised brie sat on top of a bit of melon.... you get the idea. I ate every little crumb of everything.
We had had a MEAL. One of the best ever in Halifax. A truly enjoyable evening, with one of the best servers I have experienced in years. All in, including tip (two glasses of wine, though they comped me one) was about $190. But who cares when the food is durn near perfect?
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
The Lebanese Invasion
Spring Garden Road is about to be home to the second Khababji, opening in the City Centre Atlantic Building up in behind Pete's Frootique, and next to Premier Wine and Spirits (who suddenly have Lebanese wine on their shelves!). The first Khababji is in Burnside, on Thomas Raddall Drive on the way to the Ramada Burnside (back to back with Pets Unlimited).
They join the second outlet of Tarek's Cafe (also on Robie and Russell in the mini mall) in bringing very tasty Lebanese themed food to SGR.
I am currently full from Tarek's first place, again having chosen the Beef Taco Pita with extra hot sauce. Last night was Thai Chabba, the night before the Hungry Chili.... The night before that was dinner with my parents, so that was tame, but the night before that was Green Curry Chicken at Tom's. I guess I am compensating for winter with the heat in my mouth!
They join the second outlet of Tarek's Cafe (also on Robie and Russell in the mini mall) in bringing very tasty Lebanese themed food to SGR.
I am currently full from Tarek's first place, again having chosen the Beef Taco Pita with extra hot sauce. Last night was Thai Chabba, the night before the Hungry Chili.... The night before that was dinner with my parents, so that was tame, but the night before that was Green Curry Chicken at Tom's. I guess I am compensating for winter with the heat in my mouth!
Hot times in the old town....
Went to a beer drinking contest at Garrison Brewery the other night. Okay, it was a bunch of people sharing about a thousand different beers, most of which were extremely hoppy IPA's shipped in from all over who knows where.
The guru of the grains/headmaster of the hops, Greg Nash oversees these little get-togethers every now and then, masked as quality control sessions. The purpose of this one was, ostensibly, to test out the new beer he is about to release, a dunkelweizenbock, a dark strong wheat beer. (those Germans have a different name for everything!)
The beer was great, bordering on Aventinus for you geeks, but not quite the malt levels of that "standard" from Munich.
This gathering allowed my my first (finally) opportunity to try the food form The Hungry Chili, a little hole in the wall Szechuan place on Blowers Street. This street is so short, I won't bother looking up the address - find the street, you'll find the place.
We ordered in a mess of stuff from there. All of it was great - perhaps because all of it had some heat, but the flavours were real. I had crispy fish with their sauce, cashew chicken, spicy pork, and ginger beef. I want to know where they buy their ginger, because it was simply beautiful. I ate the ginger itself, not just the beef.
The only quibble was the rice - by the time we got it, it was mushy and overcooked.
I NEED to go and eat there in person now.
The guru of the grains/headmaster of the hops, Greg Nash oversees these little get-togethers every now and then, masked as quality control sessions. The purpose of this one was, ostensibly, to test out the new beer he is about to release, a dunkelweizenbock, a dark strong wheat beer. (those Germans have a different name for everything!)
The beer was great, bordering on Aventinus for you geeks, but not quite the malt levels of that "standard" from Munich.
This gathering allowed my my first (finally) opportunity to try the food form The Hungry Chili, a little hole in the wall Szechuan place on Blowers Street. This street is so short, I won't bother looking up the address - find the street, you'll find the place.
We ordered in a mess of stuff from there. All of it was great - perhaps because all of it had some heat, but the flavours were real. I had crispy fish with their sauce, cashew chicken, spicy pork, and ginger beef. I want to know where they buy their ginger, because it was simply beautiful. I ate the ginger itself, not just the beef.
The only quibble was the rice - by the time we got it, it was mushy and overcooked.
I NEED to go and eat there in person now.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Crusin'
So I talked L into going on a cruise with me again. But not just any cruise, this was the first Cayamo - a music cruise. Basically it works like this, as far as I can tell. They then start booking musical acts to play on the ship, which has some very good spaces for live music. A cruise that normally costs $599 a person is sold for $799 a person (cheap room). But that $200 buys you an amazing experience.
On this ship we had, sailing along with us, and playing every day, a cast of famous, semi famous, and soon to be famous singer songwriter musicians and in some cases, their bands.
Lyle Lovett, Emmylou Harris, Shawn Colvin, John Hiatt, Patty Griffin, Brandi Carlile and Buddy Miller were headliners. Shawn Mullins, Beth Wood, The Duhks, Edwin McCain, Holly Williams and Ari Hest were there. And a bunch of young up and comers as well, including my fave, Chris Janson.
I am currently in musical recovery. For an idea of what we got to see, go to YouTube and type in Cayamo. You can then start to understand.
Carnival Cruise line has pretty good beer - I survived on Sam Adams lager, and Pilsner Urquel. Their wine list was very good, and the by the glass selection was something like 15 wines. The food, as on most cruise ships these days, was very good, and omnipresent.
On this ship we had, sailing along with us, and playing every day, a cast of famous, semi famous, and soon to be famous singer songwriter musicians and in some cases, their bands.
Lyle Lovett, Emmylou Harris, Shawn Colvin, John Hiatt, Patty Griffin, Brandi Carlile and Buddy Miller were headliners. Shawn Mullins, Beth Wood, The Duhks, Edwin McCain, Holly Williams and Ari Hest were there. And a bunch of young up and comers as well, including my fave, Chris Janson.
I am currently in musical recovery. For an idea of what we got to see, go to YouTube and type in Cayamo. You can then start to understand.
Carnival Cruise line has pretty good beer - I survived on Sam Adams lager, and Pilsner Urquel. Their wine list was very good, and the by the glass selection was something like 15 wines. The food, as on most cruise ships these days, was very good, and omnipresent.
Wine of the Month - Queen of Hearts Pinot Noir
Pick a card. Any card.
I'll take the Queen of Hearts. The Pinot Noir.
I already did. For the first time in 20 years, I bought a full case of wine form the NSLC.
This wine tastes like a $30 California Pinot Noir from Santa Barbara. It is Lucas and Llewelyn's second label "fun wine". Note the signature strawberry fruit ester, a hallmark of Santa Barbara. Yep, terroir from California for $16!!!
At $15.99, as far as this pinot-phile is concerned, it is a total steal.
Those who think otherwise, thank you. You leave more for me.
I'll take the Queen of Hearts. The Pinot Noir.
I already did. For the first time in 20 years, I bought a full case of wine form the NSLC.
This wine tastes like a $30 California Pinot Noir from Santa Barbara. It is Lucas and Llewelyn's second label "fun wine". Note the signature strawberry fruit ester, a hallmark of Santa Barbara. Yep, terroir from California for $16!!!
At $15.99, as far as this pinot-phile is concerned, it is a total steal.
Those who think otherwise, thank you. You leave more for me.
Back in the Saddle
OK, my apologies to anyone who was actually checking in to read my musings. The reason I started this was not to rant and rave, but to keep up my writing chops and maybe exorcise the odd demon along the way.
So, what have I been up to? Well I got too busy. I work for myself, and like any other round heeled slut, (wait, I'm not a round heeled slut...) I just could not say no.
So here I am, working on the design of 21 seniors homes. And I keep reminding those people also working on them that we are not designing them for the people in them now - we are designing them for OURSELVES!
I have done a bit of partying, seen some great bands, and even taken a cruise around the Caribbean with Lyle Lovett, Emmylou Harris, John Hiatt, Shawn Colvin and Patty Griffin.
And I have been to one opera, almost live, direct from the Metropolitan Opera House, or as we opera-ites say "The Met" (can you tell I am quite the insider already?)
I have consumed a LOT of good booze since I last posted. Why? Because it is there, Thanks God, or Bacchus, or Saint Arnould.
The best meal since I last posted was probably at Saege, the new menu.... Yeah, that gnocchi is calling me.
I'm back. With vigour and rigour. (no mortis)
So, what have I been up to? Well I got too busy. I work for myself, and like any other round heeled slut, (wait, I'm not a round heeled slut...) I just could not say no.
So here I am, working on the design of 21 seniors homes. And I keep reminding those people also working on them that we are not designing them for the people in them now - we are designing them for OURSELVES!
I have done a bit of partying, seen some great bands, and even taken a cruise around the Caribbean with Lyle Lovett, Emmylou Harris, John Hiatt, Shawn Colvin and Patty Griffin.
And I have been to one opera, almost live, direct from the Metropolitan Opera House, or as we opera-ites say "The Met" (can you tell I am quite the insider already?)
I have consumed a LOT of good booze since I last posted. Why? Because it is there, Thanks God, or Bacchus, or Saint Arnould.
The best meal since I last posted was probably at Saege, the new menu.... Yeah, that gnocchi is calling me.
I'm back. With vigour and rigour. (no mortis)
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Out to Bedford, for another wine of the month!
Cristall and Luckett Wine Merchants - the private store in Bedford, has a great little organic red wine that seems to have snuck under the radar of most wine geeks so far. It is called Domaine de la Chappelle and is less than $15. A great BYO wine as it will go with just about any food that can handle red wine.
This is what Rhone wines are all about (the inexpensive ones, anyway). Good Grenache fruitiness, some bubblegum even, but with the dark, brooding peppery Syrah finishing the taste, and providing enough weight and substance to make this wine compete well above its price range. Yummy.
While you are there, if you like Pinot Noir, for less than $15, again, there is an Italian Pinot Nero (that is Italian for Pinot Noir - I am almost trilingual, am I) that also shocked me at how good it was for the price. There is only one inexpensive Pinot Nero in the store, you can find it.
This is what Rhone wines are all about (the inexpensive ones, anyway). Good Grenache fruitiness, some bubblegum even, but with the dark, brooding peppery Syrah finishing the taste, and providing enough weight and substance to make this wine compete well above its price range. Yummy.
While you are there, if you like Pinot Noir, for less than $15, again, there is an Italian Pinot Nero (that is Italian for Pinot Noir - I am almost trilingual, am I) that also shocked me at how good it was for the price. There is only one inexpensive Pinot Nero in the store, you can find it.
Why Angel Cabrera's Drives go farther than mine
A minimum of words is required here.
Did you hear the ball say "ouch" ??
Did you hear the ball say "ouch" ??
The smoked meat debate - Tiger weighs in.
Montreal is famous for smoked meat - but it is not really smoked meat, more a spiced beef that they serve in the famous places. Places like Schwartz's on Saint Laurent.
I like the place, I really do, but I am tired of seeing it lined up all the time, when right across the street, The Main, where the smoked meat is exactly the same, has lots of seats.
So this last trip to Montreal (watching Tiger Woods et al strut their stuff) I went to the Main twice. Schwartz's was lined up outside both days.
Here is a picture of Tiger telling Charles Howell III exactly the same thing.
Don't worry about that lineup, man, just pop across to The Main. I hear it is even the same owner!
I like the place, I really do, but I am tired of seeing it lined up all the time, when right across the street, The Main, where the smoked meat is exactly the same, has lots of seats.
So this last trip to Montreal (watching Tiger Woods et al strut their stuff) I went to the Main twice. Schwartz's was lined up outside both days.
Here is a picture of Tiger telling Charles Howell III exactly the same thing.
Don't worry about that lineup, man, just pop across to The Main. I hear it is even the same owner!
Standing in line in the studio
L and I are both big fans of Ron Sexsmith, so when we heard he would be playing a one minute walk from our home, naturally, we figured it would be sold out. But thinking out loud, we decided that nothing good would ever come of this if we didn't try, on a whim, at least to get tickets.
It turns out the good people at the Halifax Pop Explosion, in conjunction with the local recording studio in the Musicstop building around the corner, run a series of live in-studio sessions during the Pop-Ex. This one, advertised on radio, prompted a very polite email from L to them wondering about tickets. Late at night, almost too late, the day before, we were rewarded with a positive response.
Needing to pick them up at the door, we went over early. The cluster of people in front of the door were quite representative of the music cognoscenti of the burg. Waiting there, I realized something about my shopping patterns. I shop at Frenchy's for things that look like I paid a lot more for them elsewhere, whereas a lot of people shop at Frenchy's to buy things that look like they bought them at Frenchy's. I know there is still time for me to learn to dress that way, but every passing day, the chances of it diminish.
Just about on time (if they didn't arrive at different times, they would not be artists, right?) we were led up the stairs with about 48 others to a small room, a bit stuffy, but cosy, that apparently is a recording studio done up like a set for a high school play from the 1970's. Whatever it takes to make the artists a bit more creative, them and their imaginary friends.
No seats, just walls to lean on and a floor for those who can sit in the lotus position. I got a wall. There were cameras, microphones and lighting that was blinding if you in the wrong spot, but I was not about to lose my place.
Ron came on right away, and did five songs, all new ones, without naming them. I thought that two of them were really good, and someway, somehow, would become standards for him all in good time.
In my secret heart, and I know it well, happiness was in the room, but then I'm just an average joe, I tell you.
Okay, enough with the fun and games.....
Ron's performance was good, but it was marred by his acoustically miked guitar feeding back through the monitors. I sincerely hope they can edit that out for when it goes on the radio. He still looks like he is about 20 years younger than he is.
Al Tuck was the second part of the bill. Now lots of local people in the biz support him, play his songs (Joel Plaskett included) and some almost revere him. I have seen him now about 5 times, and every time I am left wondering what all the fuss is about. If this guy was ever going to make it beyond Gus' Pub, then he is going to have to work a little harder at his live act. He came in all shot to hell, looking like something the proverbial cat might drag in. He was not prepared, even admitting that the cute little guitar ending to one song was the only thing they had rehearsed. Off tune (wrong tuning, which is different, I know) with the guitar, forgetting where he was in songs, and generally acting as if this was his first time in front of an audience while overacting as "cool", he simply did not impress. Again. I remain prepared to enjoy his music, and work, but he has to be prepared too.
One of his songs seemed to have some lingering hate in it... or advanced dislike. Does the guy have a child with someone who he is no longer with? I seem to recall he does (is it Catherine MacLellan?) Anyway, if he does, she won't particularly like this tune. Yikes!
If Al Tuck is headed for that legendary status of singer songwriter that everyone covers, he looks as if he is planning on doing the fame part posthumously.
In the end, for a $6 ticket, and a 1 minute walk, this was a lot of fun, and an expedition I may try to repeat, depending on who's playing.
It turns out the good people at the Halifax Pop Explosion, in conjunction with the local recording studio in the Musicstop building around the corner, run a series of live in-studio sessions during the Pop-Ex. This one, advertised on radio, prompted a very polite email from L to them wondering about tickets. Late at night, almost too late, the day before, we were rewarded with a positive response.
Needing to pick them up at the door, we went over early. The cluster of people in front of the door were quite representative of the music cognoscenti of the burg. Waiting there, I realized something about my shopping patterns. I shop at Frenchy's for things that look like I paid a lot more for them elsewhere, whereas a lot of people shop at Frenchy's to buy things that look like they bought them at Frenchy's. I know there is still time for me to learn to dress that way, but every passing day, the chances of it diminish.
Just about on time (if they didn't arrive at different times, they would not be artists, right?) we were led up the stairs with about 48 others to a small room, a bit stuffy, but cosy, that apparently is a recording studio done up like a set for a high school play from the 1970's. Whatever it takes to make the artists a bit more creative, them and their imaginary friends.
No seats, just walls to lean on and a floor for those who can sit in the lotus position. I got a wall. There were cameras, microphones and lighting that was blinding if you in the wrong spot, but I was not about to lose my place.
Ron came on right away, and did five songs, all new ones, without naming them. I thought that two of them were really good, and someway, somehow, would become standards for him all in good time.
In my secret heart, and I know it well, happiness was in the room, but then I'm just an average joe, I tell you.
Okay, enough with the fun and games.....
Ron's performance was good, but it was marred by his acoustically miked guitar feeding back through the monitors. I sincerely hope they can edit that out for when it goes on the radio. He still looks like he is about 20 years younger than he is.
Al Tuck was the second part of the bill. Now lots of local people in the biz support him, play his songs (Joel Plaskett included) and some almost revere him. I have seen him now about 5 times, and every time I am left wondering what all the fuss is about. If this guy was ever going to make it beyond Gus' Pub, then he is going to have to work a little harder at his live act. He came in all shot to hell, looking like something the proverbial cat might drag in. He was not prepared, even admitting that the cute little guitar ending to one song was the only thing they had rehearsed. Off tune (wrong tuning, which is different, I know) with the guitar, forgetting where he was in songs, and generally acting as if this was his first time in front of an audience while overacting as "cool", he simply did not impress. Again. I remain prepared to enjoy his music, and work, but he has to be prepared too.
One of his songs seemed to have some lingering hate in it... or advanced dislike. Does the guy have a child with someone who he is no longer with? I seem to recall he does (is it Catherine MacLellan?) Anyway, if he does, she won't particularly like this tune. Yikes!
If Al Tuck is headed for that legendary status of singer songwriter that everyone covers, he looks as if he is planning on doing the fame part posthumously.
In the end, for a $6 ticket, and a 1 minute walk, this was a lot of fun, and an expedition I may try to repeat, depending on who's playing.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Getting Churched with Hynes and Gauthier
Sitting around the living room, drinking, and getting ready for the upcoming concert featuring Ron Hynes and Mary Gauthier, I remarked on whether our activity was totally appropriate given that both performers have quite a history with abuse of what we were currently intaking. Then I poured myself another glass of wine.
On arriving at the venue, St. John's United Church, some things became a bit more clear. This congregation is apparently soon to be an "affirming" one. I guess this means they will soon announce that their version of their imaginary god-friend does not hate people who happen to have the incorrectly fitting body parts to reproduce with the people they love. I don't know about you, but my imaginary friend drinks a lot, and laughs at people who pay too much attention to their imaginary friends. (Hey, do you think we are made in the image of our imaginary friends, or vice versa?) Sorry, I digress. This church is probably a fairly liberal congregation, and that would make it an agreeable host to the folkie crowd in town.
I've seen them both before (Hynes several times) and have most of their music. Hynes may have had some religious moments during some points in his life, but really, he has a lot of the "divil" in him. He certainly has a fair number of songs about transgressions and penance, the latter mostly self inflicted. Mary Gauthier probably was a regular as a child, but would likely not have been allowed in church after she clearly expressed her interest in women over men. Suffice it to say that the location felt a bit incongruous at the start.
But then there we were, all gazing up at the soaring ceiling of St. John's United Church on Windsor Street, watching Ron Hynes gazing up at the same ceiling, communing with his old buddy Gene MacLellan, singing "Godspeed" as convincingly as I think he can. Ron's show was perhaps the best I have ever seen him, and it was not in the Ship Inn, and I did not have a beer in my hand! He is a master craftsman at the art of songwriting, and the depth and quality of his material shone through on this evening. Heck, even Sonny's Dream, which he seems to have let back into his life now, was not that bad. I've only heard it about 10,000 times, mostly sung by drunken people who forget the words (this includes Ron, but not on this occasion).
Mary Gauthier came on and immediately cast a friendly spell over the place. I am not sure if it was the cool little tinted John Lennon glasses, or her relaxed "aw shucks" stage presence, but I knew we were in for a great set. Having seen her four years ago at StanFest, and buying all her music I could find, I knew the songs, but not the force with which she can now deliver them, all on her own. And, as usual, I am a sucker for in between song palaver, even though I know they say the same things every night, night after night.
She gave a great show, mixing in some requests, some older songs, and some new ones (her latest album is apparently coming out the end of September). "Wheel Inside the Wheel" was her most powerful offering, with an intertwining guitar riff that seemed as if there was some electronic toy involved, but at the same time, you knew there wasn't. Camelot Motel was preceded by a great intro on how the song came about, followed by a rendition that was both touching and humorous.
This was billed as part of, or a fundraiser for (depending on whether it made money), the "In the Dead of Winter" festival, which I so enjoyed last winter. The 350 odd people there with me enjoyed themselves - I hope they all come out in January for the festival.
On arriving at the venue, St. John's United Church, some things became a bit more clear. This congregation is apparently soon to be an "affirming" one. I guess this means they will soon announce that their version of their imaginary god-friend does not hate people who happen to have the incorrectly fitting body parts to reproduce with the people they love. I don't know about you, but my imaginary friend drinks a lot, and laughs at people who pay too much attention to their imaginary friends. (Hey, do you think we are made in the image of our imaginary friends, or vice versa?) Sorry, I digress. This church is probably a fairly liberal congregation, and that would make it an agreeable host to the folkie crowd in town.
I've seen them both before (Hynes several times) and have most of their music. Hynes may have had some religious moments during some points in his life, but really, he has a lot of the "divil" in him. He certainly has a fair number of songs about transgressions and penance, the latter mostly self inflicted. Mary Gauthier probably was a regular as a child, but would likely not have been allowed in church after she clearly expressed her interest in women over men. Suffice it to say that the location felt a bit incongruous at the start.
But then there we were, all gazing up at the soaring ceiling of St. John's United Church on Windsor Street, watching Ron Hynes gazing up at the same ceiling, communing with his old buddy Gene MacLellan, singing "Godspeed" as convincingly as I think he can. Ron's show was perhaps the best I have ever seen him, and it was not in the Ship Inn, and I did not have a beer in my hand! He is a master craftsman at the art of songwriting, and the depth and quality of his material shone through on this evening. Heck, even Sonny's Dream, which he seems to have let back into his life now, was not that bad. I've only heard it about 10,000 times, mostly sung by drunken people who forget the words (this includes Ron, but not on this occasion).
Mary Gauthier came on and immediately cast a friendly spell over the place. I am not sure if it was the cool little tinted John Lennon glasses, or her relaxed "aw shucks" stage presence, but I knew we were in for a great set. Having seen her four years ago at StanFest, and buying all her music I could find, I knew the songs, but not the force with which she can now deliver them, all on her own. And, as usual, I am a sucker for in between song palaver, even though I know they say the same things every night, night after night.
She gave a great show, mixing in some requests, some older songs, and some new ones (her latest album is apparently coming out the end of September). "Wheel Inside the Wheel" was her most powerful offering, with an intertwining guitar riff that seemed as if there was some electronic toy involved, but at the same time, you knew there wasn't. Camelot Motel was preceded by a great intro on how the song came about, followed by a rendition that was both touching and humorous.
This was billed as part of, or a fundraiser for (depending on whether it made money), the "In the Dead of Winter" festival, which I so enjoyed last winter. The 350 odd people there with me enjoyed themselves - I hope they all come out in January for the festival.
A Burger Worth Crossing the Street For
A quick post, but if you want to have the quintessential North American fried burger, Lisa's in Windsor offers the Fredburger. Two patties of real beef made up there from hamburger, on a toasted bun, with a lot of things you can have on it. And you can choose fries, baked or mashed potatoes. Maybe even a salad.....
It is big. I ate it all.
I know it may be hard for some of you to go into this place, as it is right across the street from the Spitfire Arms, but sometimes, even I don't drink.
It is big. I ate it all.
I know it may be hard for some of you to go into this place, as it is right across the street from the Spitfire Arms, but sometimes, even I don't drink.
Bring Your Own Wine - NS Enters the 20th Century
Well, it finally happened. We are now allowed to bring a bottle of our own, legally purchased, wine to a restaurant, provided they offer the service. This is good. (legally purchased means no home made wine!)
It is good for the restaurateur, who can choose how, when and whether or not to allow BYO in their establishment, and how much to charge for the service of providing glassware, linen, opening, re-closing, and so on. They should also be recognizing the potential lost profit they woud have made had you purchased from their list in their corkage fee.
The owner can reduce their inventory of wine, and can now, conceivably, cut back to a bare minimum of house wines (I'd recommend two reds, two whites for bare bones). As long as people know they support BYO. In this manner an owner can avoid carrying too much inventory (it is rumoured that Seven Restaurant carries $300,000 worth of wine - that is a lot of investment to carry on your books), save on space - tables can go where wine was stored, and the removal of the curse of curses for many restaurants - corked or otherwise spoiled wine. Not their problem any more.
You see, it is a little talked about thing outside the restaurant world, but there are many idiots (assholes) who always send the first bottle back as "corked" solely to impress their table mates. Some people send wine back as corked simply if they don't like it. I saw one person order a wine at a local restaurant that they thought was red, and when it arrived a white wine, they waited until the server left, and debated with their partner on whether to keep it, deciding to declare it "off" and ask for another bottle. "Red wine this time, please, it seems the whites are off." I could suggest where the cork belongs (good thing I am not a server, eh?), but to stick to the topic of this post, let's just say that won't happen any more. The server will just have to be polite and sympathetic... "oh, it's bad? I'm so sorry sir, would you like to look at our wine list?"
The customer can benefit too (though not always). That special bottle from Irougeley you have been saving to have with a cassoulet? Find a place that goes to the trouble to make cassoulet and take it there. Want to try different wines with each and every course with friends? Everyone choose a course to match with a bottle to bring. Want to drink great wine with dinner, but not pay a 2.5 to 3 times markup? Now's your chance.
The downside for customers is this. Not everyone knows a lot about wine, and wine-food pairing. A sommelier making up a wine list for a restaurant uses the food as a guide to select which wines appear on the list, so if you go to a place that has a sommelier designed list, you should have a chance to find wines that match your meal. And you may discover something different. Trust me - Yellow Tail Shiraz is not a food wine. But what may end up happening is that people will go out and buy the same old thing they "like" because someone they know likes it, and drink wine that makes their meal worse. Places like Saege Bistro, and jane's on the common (where I help with the list), offer wines you might not normally buy, but upon trying there, offer the chance to discover a new thing to impress your friends with at dinner parties. Wine that is not manufactured in a 20,000,000 gallon vat.
So, how can a customer get the most out of this new policy? Call first to make sure they do BYO. I recommend looking at the menu of the restaurant (most have it on-line - for a list of links to Atlantic Canada restaurants who use sommeliers to help with their wine lists check here) - and thinking about what you and your friends might order. Then consult a book (Hugh Johnson's Pocket Guide has a nice little section in it), a knowledgeable friend, or on-line about what styles of wine might best suit the food (and ethnicity of the foods) you will be ordering. Then bring those wines with you. If you are concerned about corked wine, bring a backup, or resolve to just order from the wine list.
On arriving at the restaurant, let your server know as soon as possible that you have wine. This allows them to set your table correctly, and if they provide full service, to have an ice bucket available for white or sparkling wines. Confirm the corkage fee in advance. Allow the server to open the wines - the service still takes place under their liquor license and they are still responsible for making sure no one is overserved. If you want, ask the server to allow you to pour. And tip on the corkage fee! If you get service equal to what you normally expect from a bottle purchased off the list, then tip well - remember, had you paid $80 for that $30 bottle, you would have been tipping on the $80, not on a $15 corkage fee.
My special suggestions? Do things you would not otherwise do! Bring a sparkling wine to start - not many people buy sparkling wine in restaurants here, for some reason. Soon we will be able to buy great ones made locally, so we should get into that habit now. Try a dessert wine with your dessert - we already make great sweet wines here in NS and they really should be consumed here more often. Challenge wine conventions - try a racy Riesling with food you might otherwise think of as better served by red wine. Chefs regularly use seasonings and spices we don't at home, so look at that information when choosing wine, instead of the protein source.
I'm probably out this weekend to dinner and will be "bringing". How about you?
P.S.
If only the government bureaucrats were not so discriminatory about beer, I'd be bringing a couple excellent lagers to start. As it is, the government know-nothings are apparently still living in their past lives of puking in Legion parking lots, assuming that the only relation beer has with food is that it causes them to see it again soon.
But that's another post......
It is good for the restaurateur, who can choose how, when and whether or not to allow BYO in their establishment, and how much to charge for the service of providing glassware, linen, opening, re-closing, and so on. They should also be recognizing the potential lost profit they woud have made had you purchased from their list in their corkage fee.
The owner can reduce their inventory of wine, and can now, conceivably, cut back to a bare minimum of house wines (I'd recommend two reds, two whites for bare bones). As long as people know they support BYO. In this manner an owner can avoid carrying too much inventory (it is rumoured that Seven Restaurant carries $300,000 worth of wine - that is a lot of investment to carry on your books), save on space - tables can go where wine was stored, and the removal of the curse of curses for many restaurants - corked or otherwise spoiled wine. Not their problem any more.
You see, it is a little talked about thing outside the restaurant world, but there are many idiots (assholes) who always send the first bottle back as "corked" solely to impress their table mates. Some people send wine back as corked simply if they don't like it. I saw one person order a wine at a local restaurant that they thought was red, and when it arrived a white wine, they waited until the server left, and debated with their partner on whether to keep it, deciding to declare it "off" and ask for another bottle. "Red wine this time, please, it seems the whites are off." I could suggest where the cork belongs (good thing I am not a server, eh?), but to stick to the topic of this post, let's just say that won't happen any more. The server will just have to be polite and sympathetic... "oh, it's bad? I'm so sorry sir, would you like to look at our wine list?"
The customer can benefit too (though not always). That special bottle from Irougeley you have been saving to have with a cassoulet? Find a place that goes to the trouble to make cassoulet and take it there. Want to try different wines with each and every course with friends? Everyone choose a course to match with a bottle to bring. Want to drink great wine with dinner, but not pay a 2.5 to 3 times markup? Now's your chance.
The downside for customers is this. Not everyone knows a lot about wine, and wine-food pairing. A sommelier making up a wine list for a restaurant uses the food as a guide to select which wines appear on the list, so if you go to a place that has a sommelier designed list, you should have a chance to find wines that match your meal. And you may discover something different. Trust me - Yellow Tail Shiraz is not a food wine. But what may end up happening is that people will go out and buy the same old thing they "like" because someone they know likes it, and drink wine that makes their meal worse. Places like Saege Bistro, and jane's on the common (where I help with the list), offer wines you might not normally buy, but upon trying there, offer the chance to discover a new thing to impress your friends with at dinner parties. Wine that is not manufactured in a 20,000,000 gallon vat.
So, how can a customer get the most out of this new policy? Call first to make sure they do BYO. I recommend looking at the menu of the restaurant (most have it on-line - for a list of links to Atlantic Canada restaurants who use sommeliers to help with their wine lists check here) - and thinking about what you and your friends might order. Then consult a book (Hugh Johnson's Pocket Guide has a nice little section in it), a knowledgeable friend, or on-line about what styles of wine might best suit the food (and ethnicity of the foods) you will be ordering. Then bring those wines with you. If you are concerned about corked wine, bring a backup, or resolve to just order from the wine list.
On arriving at the restaurant, let your server know as soon as possible that you have wine. This allows them to set your table correctly, and if they provide full service, to have an ice bucket available for white or sparkling wines. Confirm the corkage fee in advance. Allow the server to open the wines - the service still takes place under their liquor license and they are still responsible for making sure no one is overserved. If you want, ask the server to allow you to pour. And tip on the corkage fee! If you get service equal to what you normally expect from a bottle purchased off the list, then tip well - remember, had you paid $80 for that $30 bottle, you would have been tipping on the $80, not on a $15 corkage fee.
My special suggestions? Do things you would not otherwise do! Bring a sparkling wine to start - not many people buy sparkling wine in restaurants here, for some reason. Soon we will be able to buy great ones made locally, so we should get into that habit now. Try a dessert wine with your dessert - we already make great sweet wines here in NS and they really should be consumed here more often. Challenge wine conventions - try a racy Riesling with food you might otherwise think of as better served by red wine. Chefs regularly use seasonings and spices we don't at home, so look at that information when choosing wine, instead of the protein source.
I'm probably out this weekend to dinner and will be "bringing". How about you?
P.S.
If only the government bureaucrats were not so discriminatory about beer, I'd be bringing a couple excellent lagers to start. As it is, the government know-nothings are apparently still living in their past lives of puking in Legion parking lots, assuming that the only relation beer has with food is that it causes them to see it again soon.
But that's another post......
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Imperialist Garrison Pale Ale!
OK, it is Imperial Pale Ale. Owner Brian Titus was not sure he wanted to be thought of as copying Propeller (heaven forbid two breweries can use the proper style descriptor - we are not counting Keith's whose use of IPA borders on criminal, or criminally insane, or just plain silly, like calling ordinary green peppers habaneros) and did not want to use the term IPA. Brewer Greg Nash knows that it is an India Pale Ale, but seeing as his would be a quite extreme version, the ImPA thing was conceived.
The beer in its first iteration, is now all gone, and batch 2 is available. The first bottling was pretty darn good stuff. Malt hop balance with some straw dry hopping, and quite bitter hopping in the mid palate. The finish was a bit rough, but time rounded it off. Heck, given the Canadian IPA wilderness, I'd say it belongs in that category.
The second batch is bigger, more hops, more malt, more alcohol. And it is unfiltered - Greg hints that the filtering system at the brewery is quite efficient at stripping away some things he wanted in the beer. Note the label to the right. At 6.9% abv it is probably big enough in that regard. The hopping here, combined with the residual flavours from fresh fermenting yeast, tends to create a "young beer" character that may be a bit harsh right now, but after a couple of weeks in the bottle, should be sublime.
Greg advises that some tweaks are still in the mill for the next batch, can it get better? Maybe, perhaps for my palate with more malt to balance the hops, and some berry fruit esters, but right now it is the most extreme beer ever bottled commercially in modern times in Nova Scotia. Something to try for any beer lover.
Go East Young Person!
Morris East, a new eatery in the downtown, was recommended to me by Jane of jane's on the common. "Have you been to Jennie's place yet?" she asked, "it has great pizza and a smart wine list, like ours." Jennie is Jennie Dobbs, a former server at jane's, now new restaurateur.
Needing no more encouragement, if that much, we soon found ourselves sitting in this Pizzeria just above Barrington on the south side of Morris. A lime green sign tastefully shows the way.
L had the pineapple bacon version and I went with the spicey sausage, with cured meat made at Ketch Harbour House (see earlier entry!).
I chose a glass of the Torrontes, from Sommelier Jamey Urquhart's "smart list". It held up very well to the spice, with the residual sweetness and body allowing the spice from the pepperoni to show but not burn.
The place is well situated in a growing eating area in the city. Lots of students, and what I felt to be the right balance of cool and comfort in the decor.... Oh, yes, the decor.
What can I say? Imitation is the greatest form of flattery? The room felt a bit strange to me - sort of like it was done by the same designer who did jane's on the common, but with too many of the same features and principles being applied to attribute to a reputable designer - too much recycling and repetition to be the work of Breakhouse Design. So it felt like a good copy of someone else's work to me.
Turns out it is. John Dobbs, father of the owner/partner, is a noted local architect. I can pretty well guarantee that he looked at jane's a few times while designing this place.
But it works, and let's face it, not many patrons are as design obsessed as me.
The food was really very good, with the pizza immediately gaining status in my books as the equal of Salvatore's and Tomasino's. My one beef was that there was flour on the crust bottom - too much flour, and not enough olive oil. But that will solve itself I suspect.
And the wine list IS smart. Without the quotes.
Needing no more encouragement, if that much, we soon found ourselves sitting in this Pizzeria just above Barrington on the south side of Morris. A lime green sign tastefully shows the way.
L had the pineapple bacon version and I went with the spicey sausage, with cured meat made at Ketch Harbour House (see earlier entry!).
I chose a glass of the Torrontes, from Sommelier Jamey Urquhart's "smart list". It held up very well to the spice, with the residual sweetness and body allowing the spice from the pepperoni to show but not burn.
The place is well situated in a growing eating area in the city. Lots of students, and what I felt to be the right balance of cool and comfort in the decor.... Oh, yes, the decor.
What can I say? Imitation is the greatest form of flattery? The room felt a bit strange to me - sort of like it was done by the same designer who did jane's on the common, but with too many of the same features and principles being applied to attribute to a reputable designer - too much recycling and repetition to be the work of Breakhouse Design. So it felt like a good copy of someone else's work to me.
Turns out it is. John Dobbs, father of the owner/partner, is a noted local architect. I can pretty well guarantee that he looked at jane's a few times while designing this place.
But it works, and let's face it, not many patrons are as design obsessed as me.
The food was really very good, with the pizza immediately gaining status in my books as the equal of Salvatore's and Tomasino's. My one beef was that there was flour on the crust bottom - too much flour, and not enough olive oil. But that will solve itself I suspect.
And the wine list IS smart. Without the quotes.
Getting the Cure - Ketch Harbour House
The Sommeliers were graduating and I was invited. Mark DeWolf, one of the instructors of the CAPS program (www.atlanticsommeliers.ca) had aranged for dinner at Ketch Harbour House, an "at home restaurant" outside of town.
Piled into the Valley Wine Tours van, we headed out for dinner and festivities.
This place is so worth your patronage. The food, served to our party of about 18, was wonderful. Meats slow cooked, cured and thrice cooked. Salamis and pepperonis curing behind a glass window, prosciutto and ultra thin cured beef.
So many great tastes.....
Here is the menu:
CAPS Graduation Dinner
A selection of Ketch Harbour House charcuterie
~
Steam-smoked Atlantic salmon with poached asparagus,
tesa lardons and saffron orange butter
~
72 hour sous-vide beef shortribs with corn and poblano ragout
and crispy tobacco onions
~
Raisin apple French toast with grilled Ontario peach,
crème anglaise and Sugar Moon maple syrup
Those short ribs haunt me.....
Piled into the Valley Wine Tours van, we headed out for dinner and festivities.
This place is so worth your patronage. The food, served to our party of about 18, was wonderful. Meats slow cooked, cured and thrice cooked. Salamis and pepperonis curing behind a glass window, prosciutto and ultra thin cured beef.
So many great tastes.....
Here is the menu:
CAPS Graduation Dinner
A selection of Ketch Harbour House charcuterie
~
Steam-smoked Atlantic salmon with poached asparagus,
tesa lardons and saffron orange butter
~
72 hour sous-vide beef shortribs with corn and poblano ragout
and crispy tobacco onions
~
Raisin apple French toast with grilled Ontario peach,
crème anglaise and Sugar Moon maple syrup
Those short ribs haunt me.....
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Being tracked by Aliens.... the exit interview
I am becoming very sure that my GPS track for two days will be used as an inspirational aid to all those depressed people, dependent on cars, who are forced to live in automobile confinement in the burbs.
During my days of being tracked by the SMU aliens, I was in and out of so many pubs, restaurants, fun shops, and walked all over town. If they use me as a model citizen, no one will need a car, and there will be lots of parking for me downtown, so I won't have to walk!
The exit interview was hilarious. I was supposed to have written down every move I made, but I had not really anticipated that they wanted almost as much detail as noting bowel movements.
Here is a sample of my interview.
Alien: Uh huh, so where did you go next....?
Me: Um, I went to the Wired Monk with my friends.
Alien: You went up Argyle Street?
Me: Yes, then down Blowers, over to Salter and we walked down Hollis to the coffee shop.
Alien: And you didn't stop along the way? On Argyle...?
Me: Oh, yeah... how did you know that? Yeah, that's right, Costa and Stephanie were sitting outside Mosaic, and Gina and I stopped and talked with him for a bit.
Alien: And you went inside?
Me: No, wait, oh, yeah, we took a quick little look see through the place so they could check out the decor.
Alien: And then you walked to the Wired Monk?
Me: I dunno, did I?
You get the picture. I don't know why they asked me - they knew already. I think they may have actually been doing a survey on how well people keep records of their movements when asked.
Just don't be surprised when the new HRM transit policy incorporates pub visits into every commuter's daily regime!
During my days of being tracked by the SMU aliens, I was in and out of so many pubs, restaurants, fun shops, and walked all over town. If they use me as a model citizen, no one will need a car, and there will be lots of parking for me downtown, so I won't have to walk!
The exit interview was hilarious. I was supposed to have written down every move I made, but I had not really anticipated that they wanted almost as much detail as noting bowel movements.
Here is a sample of my interview.
Alien: Uh huh, so where did you go next....?
Me: Um, I went to the Wired Monk with my friends.
Alien: You went up Argyle Street?
Me: Yes, then down Blowers, over to Salter and we walked down Hollis to the coffee shop.
Alien: And you didn't stop along the way? On Argyle...?
Me: Oh, yeah... how did you know that? Yeah, that's right, Costa and Stephanie were sitting outside Mosaic, and Gina and I stopped and talked with him for a bit.
Alien: And you went inside?
Me: No, wait, oh, yeah, we took a quick little look see through the place so they could check out the decor.
Alien: And then you walked to the Wired Monk?
Me: I dunno, did I?
You get the picture. I don't know why they asked me - they knew already. I think they may have actually been doing a survey on how well people keep records of their movements when asked.
Just don't be surprised when the new HRM transit policy incorporates pub visits into every commuter's daily regime!
Lazing on a sunny afternoon while being tracked by aliens
A morning of very BORING work had me looking forward very much to meeting up with the Riesling Princess and her mate for lunch. Gina H was coming to town to meet her guy at the airport, and instead of rushing home to bed, they were going to lunch with me (bad choice if you ask me, but I wasn't arguing).
We ate at the monkey, the Wooden Monkey that is, after a brief rain shower, the skies were bright and the heat was starting in. My pizza was really good, and they tried a few things, including my fave, and always recommended Seitan Sandwich. I had a Propeller IPA (on tap here!) and we split a bottle of Gaspereau Vineyards Muscat. I think lunch may have taken two hours, but if I need to know, I guess I can call SMU and ask. You see I was wearing a GPS tracking device for two days.
I was a part of this Halifax Peninsula transit study or something, where they were looking at travel patterns of people living on the Peninsula. So, just in case you were one of those people, no I was not weaving that widely down Argyle Street, I was going in to all the bars.
I am sure they are still trying to process my data.
Anyway, we headed down the the Wired Monk after the lazing in the sun lunch, and I got a double espresso wake up call. They ran off to drive home. For me, it was up to Pete's Frootique to shop for supper. Yes, sometimes I cook.
We ate at the monkey, the Wooden Monkey that is, after a brief rain shower, the skies were bright and the heat was starting in. My pizza was really good, and they tried a few things, including my fave, and always recommended Seitan Sandwich. I had a Propeller IPA (on tap here!) and we split a bottle of Gaspereau Vineyards Muscat. I think lunch may have taken two hours, but if I need to know, I guess I can call SMU and ask. You see I was wearing a GPS tracking device for two days.
I was a part of this Halifax Peninsula transit study or something, where they were looking at travel patterns of people living on the Peninsula. So, just in case you were one of those people, no I was not weaving that widely down Argyle Street, I was going in to all the bars.
I am sure they are still trying to process my data.
Anyway, we headed down the the Wired Monk after the lazing in the sun lunch, and I got a double espresso wake up call. They ran off to drive home. For me, it was up to Pete's Frootique to shop for supper. Yes, sometimes I cook.
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Dragonfly Café; Yellow Cello; Red Bird
Yes, that IS a very colourful and interesting series of eateries named in the title. And it describes my day. Breakfast (muffin and coffee) at the Dragonfly Cafe, just past Antigonish (used to be Uncle Ron's)on my way to Baddeck. Lunch at the Yellow Cello where a great taco salad bit the dust and helped me deal with the heat. Dinner at the Red Bird Wine and Scotch bar in Truro on the way home, a simple sandwich that hit the spot, washed down with a Heineken Lager.
Ed, traveling with me, is now learning to avoid chain food, like chain smoking.
Long days are shorter when you eat well.
Ed, traveling with me, is now learning to avoid chain food, like chain smoking.
Long days are shorter when you eat well.
Friday, July 27, 2007
A Mosaic of Flavours
I managed to drag L, kicking and screaming, into a wine bar. Not just any wine bar, either, but the one I happened to be customer numero uno - the first person to walk in the door back on December 15 - Mosaic, on Argyle Street in downtown Halifax.
This place does not have a full menu, relying instead on letting their talented chef play with food, and you to snack on it until you suddenly realize you are full, and have spent probably more than you would on a meal.
OK, I loved the little burger thingies, the french fries, and just about anything we tried, and so did L.
That evening was a total success. They even let me wear my ball cap into the place, though I did take it off at the table.
The wines by the glass are numerous, and well chosen.
A couple of weeks later, I returned, this time with four of my friends, who were a lot more critical than L and I were. The liked some things, dissed others, and generally felt they paid more than they should have for the enjoyment. Thankfully, they liked the bottle of wine I chose for them (Ksara Couvent).
I dunno - order food you like and enjoy it. Eat with your fingers. Laugh out loud. Sit outside and watch the beautiful people go by (I saw Oliver Bone out celebrating his recent qualification for the Beijing Olympics...)
And wear your ball cap.
This place does not have a full menu, relying instead on letting their talented chef play with food, and you to snack on it until you suddenly realize you are full, and have spent probably more than you would on a meal.
OK, I loved the little burger thingies, the french fries, and just about anything we tried, and so did L.
That evening was a total success. They even let me wear my ball cap into the place, though I did take it off at the table.
The wines by the glass are numerous, and well chosen.
A couple of weeks later, I returned, this time with four of my friends, who were a lot more critical than L and I were. The liked some things, dissed others, and generally felt they paid more than they should have for the enjoyment. Thankfully, they liked the bottle of wine I chose for them (Ksara Couvent).
I dunno - order food you like and enjoy it. Eat with your fingers. Laugh out loud. Sit outside and watch the beautiful people go by (I saw Oliver Bone out celebrating his recent qualification for the Beijing Olympics...)
And wear your ball cap.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
You CAN judge a book by its cover!
Inside, it's full of shit.
I can't resist it, I know I already went on about this building, but my predictions are coming true.
My good friend and mentor PK always says:
"Bad design costs no more!"
That ugly stupid treatment plant they built to welcome visitors to our downtown core needs to be torn down and rebuilt. It is not as if it'll treat very much anyway!
Here is what they say on their web site:
Never hire architects from a wastewater contractor and never let municipal staff design anything! There is a reason these people are working where they are.
On the good side, I have to admit I like the great series of single family style homes recently built along the east side of Gladstone Street to front on the new Gladstone Properties development. A fine mix of modern materials, old, successful Hali-typical designs, and some non repetitive mix of details, even the odd duplex thrown in with care.
What's behind it looks like Mississauga, and we all know what I think about THAT place.
I can't resist it, I know I already went on about this building, but my predictions are coming true.
My good friend and mentor PK always says:
"Bad design costs no more!"
That ugly stupid treatment plant they built to welcome visitors to our downtown core needs to be torn down and rebuilt. It is not as if it'll treat very much anyway!
Here is what they say on their web site:
The look...
The exterior design of the Halifax wastewater treatment plant(WTP) has been a major focus of the Halifax Community Liaison Committee(CLC), the group elected by area residents to help integrate the WTP into the community. Earlier this summer, 2005, the Halifax CLC, working closely with architects from contractor D&D WaterSolutions Inc. and HRM staff, emerged with a design for the exterior facade of the plant. This design is an integral component of the overall Harbour Solutions Project that will see this new facility successfully integrate into the community and HRM.
Never hire architects from a wastewater contractor and never let municipal staff design anything! There is a reason these people are working where they are.
On the good side, I have to admit I like the great series of single family style homes recently built along the east side of Gladstone Street to front on the new Gladstone Properties development. A fine mix of modern materials, old, successful Hali-typical designs, and some non repetitive mix of details, even the odd duplex thrown in with care.
What's behind it looks like Mississauga, and we all know what I think about THAT place.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Francey That!
The girls were gone, so my buddy George and I had a man-date to see David Francey. First I went to his place with some nice things to drink. He made supper and we watched TV. (Flight of the Conchords - hilarious).
Then we walked down to the concert at Alderney landing together. But we did not hold hands.
OK, enough with the fluff. The concert was excellent. Francey played many of this old faves, and served up several of the excellent songs from his new album. The show, at the theatre style Alderney Gate was promoted by the Keltic Corner Pub, across the street on Alderney Drive (and one of the best pubs in Nova Scotia right now - Propeller Porter on tap). The say, or at least co-owner Geoff MacLatchey said, that they plan on doing more larger venue shows when the performer warrants it. Good on them. Maybe some day someone will actually move to downtown Dartmouth! OK, sorry George, someone important.... I mean someone of ... OK, more people, then.
Francey's in-between-songs patter was great, as usual, and made the songs more personal and meaningful. His fascination with Great Lakes lakers was interesting, and how he managed to achieve a "dream" of touring on one was fun to hear. Then hearing the songs he got from the trip became a workshop in song writing.
Afterwards, we ventured over to the Keltic Corner pub, and found it rocking away to some Irish Band, full of an all ages crowd just getting in on! A few people from the show did come over, and Francey sold some CD's (one to me, in fact) and signed various parts of people's bodies etc.
David Francey remains one of the most transparently likable singer/songwriters in folk music. He really enjoys what he is doing, and hearing how a crowd receives his work. If you don't know his music, and you love songs that seem to have fallen together in perfect rhythm while still evoking real emotion, give him a listen.
Here is my favourite Francey line, about that first crush in high school:
Then we walked down to the concert at Alderney landing together. But we did not hold hands.
OK, enough with the fluff. The concert was excellent. Francey played many of this old faves, and served up several of the excellent songs from his new album. The show, at the theatre style Alderney Gate was promoted by the Keltic Corner Pub, across the street on Alderney Drive (and one of the best pubs in Nova Scotia right now - Propeller Porter on tap). The say, or at least co-owner Geoff MacLatchey said, that they plan on doing more larger venue shows when the performer warrants it. Good on them. Maybe some day someone will actually move to downtown Dartmouth! OK, sorry George, someone important.... I mean someone of ... OK, more people, then.
Francey's in-between-songs patter was great, as usual, and made the songs more personal and meaningful. His fascination with Great Lakes lakers was interesting, and how he managed to achieve a "dream" of touring on one was fun to hear. Then hearing the songs he got from the trip became a workshop in song writing.
Afterwards, we ventured over to the Keltic Corner pub, and found it rocking away to some Irish Band, full of an all ages crowd just getting in on! A few people from the show did come over, and Francey sold some CD's (one to me, in fact) and signed various parts of people's bodies etc.
David Francey remains one of the most transparently likable singer/songwriters in folk music. He really enjoys what he is doing, and hearing how a crowd receives his work. If you don't know his music, and you love songs that seem to have fallen together in perfect rhythm while still evoking real emotion, give him a listen.
Here is my favourite Francey line, about that first crush in high school:
When you hear a sound like broken glass
That's my heart every time that girl walks past
When you hear a sound like the rush of wind
It's just me catching my breath again.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Evens not Odd
Clank said go. L said sure. I end up at the North Street Church to watch a dry concert show with an ex hardcore punk rocker from the states and his current gal pal play a two person acoustic punk show.
Ian MacKaye, former lead singer of Minor Threat now performs as one half of The Evens. This is the guy who coined the phrase "straight edge" in punk lingo. That means pure anarchy - no booze, no drugs, almost a Wiccan adherence to the "do no harm" thing, but with maybe some property violence permissible.
From that Wiki thing...
The show was pretty good.
I could have used something to drink, though.
Ian MacKaye, former lead singer of Minor Threat now performs as one half of The Evens. This is the guy who coined the phrase "straight edge" in punk lingo. That means pure anarchy - no booze, no drugs, almost a Wiccan adherence to the "do no harm" thing, but with maybe some property violence permissible.
From that Wiki thing...
Straight edge (also known as sXe, and xXx) refers to a lifestyle (deemed both counter culture and subculture) closely associated with hardcore punk music. There is considerable debate over what constitutes the practice of the straight edge lifestyle. The most widely associated perception involves practicing at least some degree of abstinence from alcohol, tobacco, and other drugs. Some views may also include abstinence from caffeine, following a vegetarian or vegan diet, and abstinence from various levels and forms of sexual activity.
The show was pretty good.
I could have used something to drink, though.
Friday, June 15, 2007
Fred-Head Not Dead
Fred Eaglesmith may be the most honest guy in music, or the best actor. I'm not sure which. What I am sure about is that he has the ability to write songs that stay with you. Songs that no one else could ever right, but still are able to convey a feeling we all have had, or wish we could have.
He writes sad songs about his good dog, knowing that one day he'll have to put him down (Bill Morrissey has handled the day it happens, too well for most people's tear ducts). He writes uplifting songs about white trash just getting on with life, romantic songs about cars and trains, poignant, almost poetic songs about old gas stations and girl friends, as if they were one and the same. And he performs them in a gritty, tight, manner with what is sometimes an incredibly eclectic group of musicians, normally anchored in their musicianship by Willie P. Bennett, who can play anything with strings.
Fred seems to enjoy making a point with his choices of venue as well. He is more at home in a fire station hall than Carnegie Hall, and his recent choice of the Parkside Pub, in Highfield Park, our city's "new tough place to live" is emblematic of that approach. He is loved there. And he loves it back.
I've seen Fred play 4 times previous to this gig, but had not seen him in a while. L and I got there fairly early, and I managed to scrounge a seat for two along the wall. The service was not just good, it was incredible. Our server was friendly, efficient, fun, prompt, polite, and gorgeous. We ate the specialty, Chicken wings and beer.
Fred started on time, and they stopped serving food so as not to interrupt the show, but I think it was because the staff just wanted to watch too.
The first news was that Willie P. had had a heart attack on stage two weeks prior. It happened near the start of the show, Fred said, but he played through it and then went to the hospital. Not sure how true this was, because Fred was in Fred mode. He has become a show since I saw him last, with more than simply patter between songs. His stage talk runs somewhere between a southern preacher railing against all the evil in the world, to a frustrated honky who hates hummus and everything it stands (or slumps) for.
The show was full throttle for 90 minutes. He played almost all the faves, seemingly not risking new tunes without Willie P. up there with him. With his merch-sales gal drummer keeping time, and backed up solidly on bass and guitar, the music rocked, swayed, sobbed, and rolled.
After the third, and "as announced" final encore, he sat off to the side, signing merchandise and swapping stories with about 75 lined up fans. I wanted one of the "I Shot Your Dog" T-shirts, but they were sold out. What a perfect thing to wear out for a stroll on the Common!
My only complaint was that my favourite song of his, Lucille, was not on the program.
So I played it at home, before I went to sleep to dream about perfect chicken wings, drag racin'on the back roads, and snow plow drivers out in the middle of the plain hoping they are still on the blacktop.
He writes sad songs about his good dog, knowing that one day he'll have to put him down (Bill Morrissey has handled the day it happens, too well for most people's tear ducts). He writes uplifting songs about white trash just getting on with life, romantic songs about cars and trains, poignant, almost poetic songs about old gas stations and girl friends, as if they were one and the same. And he performs them in a gritty, tight, manner with what is sometimes an incredibly eclectic group of musicians, normally anchored in their musicianship by Willie P. Bennett, who can play anything with strings.
Fred seems to enjoy making a point with his choices of venue as well. He is more at home in a fire station hall than Carnegie Hall, and his recent choice of the Parkside Pub, in Highfield Park, our city's "new tough place to live" is emblematic of that approach. He is loved there. And he loves it back.
I've seen Fred play 4 times previous to this gig, but had not seen him in a while. L and I got there fairly early, and I managed to scrounge a seat for two along the wall. The service was not just good, it was incredible. Our server was friendly, efficient, fun, prompt, polite, and gorgeous. We ate the specialty, Chicken wings and beer.
Fred started on time, and they stopped serving food so as not to interrupt the show, but I think it was because the staff just wanted to watch too.
The first news was that Willie P. had had a heart attack on stage two weeks prior. It happened near the start of the show, Fred said, but he played through it and then went to the hospital. Not sure how true this was, because Fred was in Fred mode. He has become a show since I saw him last, with more than simply patter between songs. His stage talk runs somewhere between a southern preacher railing against all the evil in the world, to a frustrated honky who hates hummus and everything it stands (or slumps) for.
The show was full throttle for 90 minutes. He played almost all the faves, seemingly not risking new tunes without Willie P. up there with him. With his merch-sales gal drummer keeping time, and backed up solidly on bass and guitar, the music rocked, swayed, sobbed, and rolled.
After the third, and "as announced" final encore, he sat off to the side, signing merchandise and swapping stories with about 75 lined up fans. I wanted one of the "I Shot Your Dog" T-shirts, but they were sold out. What a perfect thing to wear out for a stroll on the Common!
My only complaint was that my favourite song of his, Lucille, was not on the program.
So I played it at home, before I went to sleep to dream about perfect chicken wings, drag racin'on the back roads, and snow plow drivers out in the middle of the plain hoping they are still on the blacktop.
Saturday, June 09, 2007
Happy Anniversay, Happy Anniversary, Happy Anniversay, Happy Anniversary, Happy Anniversay, Happy Anniversary, Happy Anniversay, Happy Anniversary
Some time long ago and far way L and I started living together. It was, like, almost by default. Anyway, apparently that was "20 years ago today" (Sgt Pepper) on June 3.
But June 3 was full of all kinds of other stuff, so we deferred the eating part til this weekend.
Morning was mixed, eggs a la Jeff with some toast cheese etc.
Brunch was at Saege, served by the gorgeous Karin, brunch consisted of Eggs Benedict and Ham, with ROESTI POTATOES (I like ROESTI POTATOES so I shout them all the time.)
ROESTI POTATOES! ROESTI POTATOES! See?
L also had ROESTI POTATOES! with her eggs and sausages, but she was much quiter than me about it.
I had a Mimosa (knowing it is made correct there - see earlier post) made me much more comfortable with the drink, really.
The best thing was the strawberries in the water pitcher, especially when one fell into my glass and I got to eat it.
A stroll through the Public Gardens, and then back home.
Later that day, it was dinner out at Fiasco. This place gets rave reviews on Chowhound, from people who seem to know what they are eating, and who eat elsewhere and are not related to some of the restaurant owners (unlike some "critics" in the Province). There seems to be some buzz about "the sauces", which I now think was created by an old Stephen Maher review (he of the "good, very good" reviews). Yes the sauces were good, yes they were very good, maybe even great. Sure, yes, great sauces.
Anyway, back to the dinner. We wanted to take the menu's advice and have an appetizer sampler. It said three apps made for two plates. Cool - that'll be the two pastas and a spinach salad! Um, no, the menu may say or imply, that we should be able to do that, but no, it is chef's choice. In determining the choice of food, for me - THAT MEANS HE CAN POISON YOU IF HE IS IN A SHITTY MOOD!! How many happy chefs do you know? They are all serious until they get drunk, then they throw knives and assorted pastries at anything that moves! They may laugh then, but it is only at the way you bleed. At best, it means they use this as a way to discard the apps no one else likes.
Anyway, I politely accepted this denial of my request to eat what I wanted and morphed it into a Spinach salad (warm with smoked bacon, balsamic and garlic) and the Tortellini with a browned butter, cream and prosciutto sauce (note - SAUCE!). I thought I said we'd do it as a split, but they came plated separately. (also cost $5 more than the special we thought the menu offered). The pasta sauce rocked. The salad? Um, not really.
The wine list was not bad. They are close to the POW but I note that some Private store selections have snuck in. I had the Flagstone Sauvignon Blanc (the server called it something else) and L had her usual H2O. I asked for water, which I never did see until I lay on the carpet choking for something... OK, no, but it went forgotten and I had to ask again. (did I mention we were the only customers in the place?)
The wines open by the glass were not on any list, and seemed to be improvised (which I think is cool). There were three whites and three reds open. The red I chose for my second course of Beef Medallion(s) was the Don David Malbec. Not on the list, but open for service by the glass. It was too alcoholic to provide a fair match to the food, maybe palatable with raw meat and no sauce, or lysol in the ditch behind the church on Brunswick Street - but I chose it, so it was clearly my fault. I ordered the beef rare. I said "rare" I am sure. I got meat that was decidedly medium. Does anyone know what "rare" means in this city? Even at Seven with their wonderful PEI filet and wood grill, I asked for rare and got medium rare. At janes I asked for rare and got medium. If I ask for "blue" I expect they'll just paint my frickken nose. I am considering bringing in a good cut of steak and just eating it at my table uncooked. Maybe then someone will get the message. Hopefully the BYO rules will have passed and I'll be able to afford a proper wine to drink with it too!
L had a seafood medley type of thing. Scallops, halibut, mussels, clams, and even a "hidden shrimp". This pleased her - they hid the singleton shrimp, so her disappointment at there being no shrimp or lobster was temporarily forgotten by the pleasant suprise of finding the solo shrimp under some cheaper white fish (Halibut?) meat. Accident, or design? Didn't fool me.
She says it was great, but I ask, was it just the company, really?
To our server's shock, we decline dessert, as patrons are starting to arrive, and it looks to be a real puke fest at a big table - they have already covered the seats with sheets in anticipation of their needing to be preserved (Bill Spurr said that's why they do that, and he should know, he writes a food column for a "major newspaper"!). I guess the sheets can be washed later, and it's hard to get that puke smell out of the furniture.
In truth the meal was great. Seriously. I'd recommend the place to anyone in a heartbeat. My only quibble was the price - maybe I am spoiled by janes on the common, but the bill was $114 before grat. Two glasses of wine, a salad and pasta app, and two main courses, one a daily special. That is $60 at janes. Was it better? Hmm. Some of it was, marginally - the sauce on the pasta, and the steak/medallion(s) (there was only one medallion but the menu has an "s" on it, though it was good, and enough). The spinach salad at janes is better, the wine by the glass is as good, and cheaper, and the seafood can be as good or better there, depending on the special of the day. The cut of meat at Fiasco was prime, and arguably better, but it was almost $30, so it had better be good. Maybe it can even come rare sometimes.
So go, eat there, eat things with sauces, and chill out - the wine list was very good, and the markups very fair.
A stroll through the Public Gardens, and then back home.
Later, that evening we went to janes for dessert, having allowed time for our meal to digest a bit. With my cousin, right off the Mira Gut to Marion Bridge ferry. The beauty of the desert menu shone through. My coconut cream shortbread crust mini-pie was yummy without being too sweet, L's upside down rhubarb cake was worth the wait, and my cousin made his carrot cake disappear in no time.
Yep, a great day of eating.
BURP
But June 3 was full of all kinds of other stuff, so we deferred the eating part til this weekend.
Morning was mixed, eggs a la Jeff with some toast cheese etc.
Brunch was at Saege, served by the gorgeous Karin, brunch consisted of Eggs Benedict and Ham, with ROESTI POTATOES (I like ROESTI POTATOES so I shout them all the time.)
ROESTI POTATOES! ROESTI POTATOES! See?
L also had ROESTI POTATOES! with her eggs and sausages, but she was much quiter than me about it.
I had a Mimosa (knowing it is made correct there - see earlier post) made me much more comfortable with the drink, really.
The best thing was the strawberries in the water pitcher, especially when one fell into my glass and I got to eat it.
A stroll through the Public Gardens, and then back home.
Later that day, it was dinner out at Fiasco. This place gets rave reviews on Chowhound, from people who seem to know what they are eating, and who eat elsewhere and are not related to some of the restaurant owners (unlike some "critics" in the Province). There seems to be some buzz about "the sauces", which I now think was created by an old Stephen Maher review (he of the "good, very good" reviews). Yes the sauces were good, yes they were very good, maybe even great. Sure, yes, great sauces.
Anyway, back to the dinner. We wanted to take the menu's advice and have an appetizer sampler. It said three apps made for two plates. Cool - that'll be the two pastas and a spinach salad! Um, no, the menu may say or imply, that we should be able to do that, but no, it is chef's choice. In determining the choice of food, for me - THAT MEANS HE CAN POISON YOU IF HE IS IN A SHITTY MOOD!! How many happy chefs do you know? They are all serious until they get drunk, then they throw knives and assorted pastries at anything that moves! They may laugh then, but it is only at the way you bleed. At best, it means they use this as a way to discard the apps no one else likes.
Anyway, I politely accepted this denial of my request to eat what I wanted and morphed it into a Spinach salad (warm with smoked bacon, balsamic and garlic) and the Tortellini with a browned butter, cream and prosciutto sauce (note - SAUCE!). I thought I said we'd do it as a split, but they came plated separately. (also cost $5 more than the special we thought the menu offered). The pasta sauce rocked. The salad? Um, not really.
The wine list was not bad. They are close to the POW but I note that some Private store selections have snuck in. I had the Flagstone Sauvignon Blanc (the server called it something else) and L had her usual H2O. I asked for water, which I never did see until I lay on the carpet choking for something... OK, no, but it went forgotten and I had to ask again. (did I mention we were the only customers in the place?)
The wines open by the glass were not on any list, and seemed to be improvised (which I think is cool). There were three whites and three reds open. The red I chose for my second course of Beef Medallion(s) was the Don David Malbec. Not on the list, but open for service by the glass. It was too alcoholic to provide a fair match to the food, maybe palatable with raw meat and no sauce, or lysol in the ditch behind the church on Brunswick Street - but I chose it, so it was clearly my fault. I ordered the beef rare. I said "rare" I am sure. I got meat that was decidedly medium. Does anyone know what "rare" means in this city? Even at Seven with their wonderful PEI filet and wood grill, I asked for rare and got medium rare. At janes I asked for rare and got medium. If I ask for "blue" I expect they'll just paint my frickken nose. I am considering bringing in a good cut of steak and just eating it at my table uncooked. Maybe then someone will get the message. Hopefully the BYO rules will have passed and I'll be able to afford a proper wine to drink with it too!
L had a seafood medley type of thing. Scallops, halibut, mussels, clams, and even a "hidden shrimp". This pleased her - they hid the singleton shrimp, so her disappointment at there being no shrimp or lobster was temporarily forgotten by the pleasant suprise of finding the solo shrimp under some cheaper white fish (Halibut?) meat. Accident, or design? Didn't fool me.
She says it was great, but I ask, was it just the company, really?
To our server's shock, we decline dessert, as patrons are starting to arrive, and it looks to be a real puke fest at a big table - they have already covered the seats with sheets in anticipation of their needing to be preserved (Bill Spurr said that's why they do that, and he should know, he writes a food column for a "major newspaper"!). I guess the sheets can be washed later, and it's hard to get that puke smell out of the furniture.
In truth the meal was great. Seriously. I'd recommend the place to anyone in a heartbeat. My only quibble was the price - maybe I am spoiled by janes on the common, but the bill was $114 before grat. Two glasses of wine, a salad and pasta app, and two main courses, one a daily special. That is $60 at janes. Was it better? Hmm. Some of it was, marginally - the sauce on the pasta, and the steak/medallion(s) (there was only one medallion but the menu has an "s" on it, though it was good, and enough). The spinach salad at janes is better, the wine by the glass is as good, and cheaper, and the seafood can be as good or better there, depending on the special of the day. The cut of meat at Fiasco was prime, and arguably better, but it was almost $30, so it had better be good. Maybe it can even come rare sometimes.
So go, eat there, eat things with sauces, and chill out - the wine list was very good, and the markups very fair.
A stroll through the Public Gardens, and then back home.
Later, that evening we went to janes for dessert, having allowed time for our meal to digest a bit. With my cousin, right off the Mira Gut to Marion Bridge ferry. The beauty of the desert menu shone through. My coconut cream shortbread crust mini-pie was yummy without being too sweet, L's upside down rhubarb cake was worth the wait, and my cousin made his carrot cake disappear in no time.
Yep, a great day of eating.
BURP
Saturday, June 02, 2007
Lightfoot Treads Lightly on the Metro Centre
Let's get this clear from the start, I bought the tickets to this concert because I wanted to see Gordon Lightfoot before he died. Years of listening to him, yet never seeing him required this. I was wondering why that was until he mentioned that he hadn't been east in 17 years or so. That might be it.
There was no opening act, and Gordon and his old but talented band started up the show with Daylight Katy and kept going from there. He played a lot of the old faves, and in about a half hour, you started becoming almost in awe at the size of his body of work. He has been responsible for the creation of so many gems, classics, favourite songs, and memory evoking tunes and lyrics.
I still recall always having Carefree Highway in my car cassette player for long drives, and that stretch of the 104 where Barney's River cuts through the mountain pass outside of Antigonish always come to mind when I hear that tune.
The show had about a half hour intermission. Gordon needed the break. His voice is no longer that of a young man, and tended to the wispy character of someone who is tired, but still has something of value to say.
That said, the sound system was sorely not up to the task of moving the air in the Metro Centre. This was a show that would have been totally awesome in the Cohn, but was almost lost in the atmosphere in the hockey arena. That was alright for us, as I had bought seats as close as were available. But there were those in the end of the rink who were yelling "turn it up!" all night.
Too bad, really. Two or three nights at the Cohn would have been far better than this one in this location.
In the end, Gord gave gold, and that was why we came.
There was no opening act, and Gordon and his old but talented band started up the show with Daylight Katy and kept going from there. He played a lot of the old faves, and in about a half hour, you started becoming almost in awe at the size of his body of work. He has been responsible for the creation of so many gems, classics, favourite songs, and memory evoking tunes and lyrics.
I still recall always having Carefree Highway in my car cassette player for long drives, and that stretch of the 104 where Barney's River cuts through the mountain pass outside of Antigonish always come to mind when I hear that tune.
The show had about a half hour intermission. Gordon needed the break. His voice is no longer that of a young man, and tended to the wispy character of someone who is tired, but still has something of value to say.
That said, the sound system was sorely not up to the task of moving the air in the Metro Centre. This was a show that would have been totally awesome in the Cohn, but was almost lost in the atmosphere in the hockey arena. That was alright for us, as I had bought seats as close as were available. But there were those in the end of the rink who were yelling "turn it up!" all night.
Too bad, really. Two or three nights at the Cohn would have been far better than this one in this location.
In the end, Gord gave gold, and that was why we came.
Down in the caves of Stönehäven
Dinner before the Gordon Lightfoot concert, and I was thinking about trying a new place to eat. We never did get to Syn before it went out of business, so I figured maybe we'd get to this place just in case.
The advertising had me more than ready to not like the place. I mean, it has two umlauts in the name alone (as was pointed out to me by teslagirl)! Like some aged Spinal Tap type rock band from the 70's.
The evening we went, we almost did not get a table for two, it was that booked. We sat in the outer room, close to the bar, which is fine, though not as cosy as the inner little caves that La Cave made famous.
How often does a new place open, with a new name, claiming to represent the culinary heritage of two former semi famous places to eat in town? Stönehäven, located in the former La Cave, then The Cavern, then Syn location, claims to be the descendant of both Pepe's and La Cave. I am not sure how many people remember Pepe's, but it was a good spot to eat back in the late eighties, and earlier. I think Your Father's Moustache is there now.
We were served by very friendly people. No impatience, and relatively prompt, except for the dessert. I think there is some sort of a bottleneck between the kitchen and the floor that can hold up a simple order (a piece of cheesecake) behind a big table's main courses.
The food was good. Not fine dining inventive original, but hearty, as advertised, and tasty. I had Devilled Chicken which was steak au poivre with chicken breast instead of steak. I liked it - they did not scrimp on the pepper. L had some chowder, and a pasta dish, both to her liking.
The wine list was pathetic, and this is one serious weakness of the place. I ended up with only one real choice for white wine by the glass, and it was an Australian Chard from a big industrial producer.
The cheescakes we had for dessert were both excellent, although they did take longer to arrive than anything else we ordered.
Others may find this place not to their liking, but on this night, to our experience, it was fine. And the service was very good.
Of course, it is not for the claustrophobic.
The advertising had me more than ready to not like the place. I mean, it has two umlauts in the name alone (as was pointed out to me by teslagirl)! Like some aged Spinal Tap type rock band from the 70's.
The evening we went, we almost did not get a table for two, it was that booked. We sat in the outer room, close to the bar, which is fine, though not as cosy as the inner little caves that La Cave made famous.
How often does a new place open, with a new name, claiming to represent the culinary heritage of two former semi famous places to eat in town? Stönehäven, located in the former La Cave, then The Cavern, then Syn location, claims to be the descendant of both Pepe's and La Cave. I am not sure how many people remember Pepe's, but it was a good spot to eat back in the late eighties, and earlier. I think Your Father's Moustache is there now.
We were served by very friendly people. No impatience, and relatively prompt, except for the dessert. I think there is some sort of a bottleneck between the kitchen and the floor that can hold up a simple order (a piece of cheesecake) behind a big table's main courses.
The food was good. Not fine dining inventive original, but hearty, as advertised, and tasty. I had Devilled Chicken which was steak au poivre with chicken breast instead of steak. I liked it - they did not scrimp on the pepper. L had some chowder, and a pasta dish, both to her liking.
The wine list was pathetic, and this is one serious weakness of the place. I ended up with only one real choice for white wine by the glass, and it was an Australian Chard from a big industrial producer.
The cheescakes we had for dessert were both excellent, although they did take longer to arrive than anything else we ordered.
Others may find this place not to their liking, but on this night, to our experience, it was fine. And the service was very good.
Of course, it is not for the claustrophobic.
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