(ok, i must interrupt myself to mention that it is hard to be funny when you're pmsing. i'll write less-bitter posts in about a week, ok? tmi? fyi?).
ok, so garlic's has always been a fave of mine, but i hadnt been since the owner changed, blhablahblah. when i called to make the reservation i asked to be 'as close to the kitchen as possible' (knowing it was open-concept..inviting you to watch). the man asked if i had a particular reason for this, perhaps thinking i was a critic or something? well surprise, im not...but look, now you're on the internets!!
ok, so i ordered a caesar. it was fucking amazing. next, they brought us a complimentary amuse bouche:
it was goat cheese on a thin slice of apple w/a grape poached in something? oh wow i actually forget. I AM A PROFESSIONAL FOOD CRITIC. anyway, it was good!
we split the caesar salad and the 'sustainable seafood selection' ("B.C. cod and smoked bacon cakes, lobster mango fresh roll and Malpeque oyster fritters with chipotle mayo") to start.
um. wicked.
i had "SEARED MANITOULIN ISLAND ARCTIC CHAR" ("Local sour cream, garlic and chive potato puree, maple roasted root vegetables and shaved fennel orange salad"):
um. wicked.
drew had rabbit risotto and my mom had the roasted chicken w/hand-made pasta. they were all amazing. im not sure i thought so because i had, admittedly, a few drinks in me (introducing peeps to your mom is nerve-wracking...wrecking?), but previous experience here makes me think it was all consistently great. my only complaint was the waiter...we discussed it afterwards and realized the weirdest thing was he didnt smile once. very up-tight, almost stern. oh shit, except when i said something dumb over dessert...he saw us/me staring at it, not touching it, and i said we were praying. hilarious.
(bee-pollen ice cream and flour-less chocolate cake...each garnished with a gooseberry...bonus points for childhood memories. my oma and opa had a gooseberry bush and i would spend summers with them eating the fruit).
THANKS FOR VISITING, MOM. NO THANKS TO LEO FOR CHOOSING TO LOVE YOU MORE THAN ME.
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