Cover photo from the Brasserie 701 site

Boozi

For the first time in quite a while, I spent this weekend in Montreal visiting Lindsay. I missed it. Also: we appear to have saved up our appetites until now.

I landed Friday and dropped my bags at Lindsay’s, and after scratching Roscoe hello on his stupid little dingus head we shot downtown. We grabbed lunch and a (tasty, but too hot) cortado at Kafein, and spent the afternoon at an event.

After that we hit N Sur Mackay for cocktails; I had the special (which was Laphroaig and red wine and something else but mostly tasted like Laphroaig) and a Lemon Tartlette.

Tartlets? Tartlets?

We were all hungry, and this trend of pouring cocktails into empty stomachs seemed dangerous, so we walked to Café Parvis. Lindsay and I had been there for brunch before (though she didn’t remember) but it was much better for dinner. We all shared a big cucumber salad, then Lindsay and I split a white margherita pizza — basically a caprese salad on a thin crust — and it was fantastic.

After dinner four of us walked a few more blocks to the Benelux on Sherbrooke and fought for some seats long enough to have one last beer. For me it was one of their house beers, the Captaine Ganache imperial porter.

Man. Busy day. The weekend was just getting started though.

On Saturday, after we dragged our tired asses out of bed, we did a bit of work and then got ourselves some brunch. We walked to Maison Publique, a frequent dinner destination, but not somewhere I’d had brunch before. While they have a varied menu, I went pretty straight down the middle re: brunch: pancakes + bacon. But wow, it was good. I wolfed it all down along with a Caesar. Lindsay had some kind of sausage + mushroom dish, with a bunch of Tawse sparkling.

After brunch I was on the verge of a pancake coma, so we stopped at Cardynal on the way home. Nice shop. Nice cortado.

After picking up a few supplies and heading home to pack, we Uber’d downtown to the Hotel Nelligan, where we’d stay the next few nights. It was a lovely, classic Old Montreal hotel, with exposed brick and such. We did some more work in our room, then did away with most of the supplies we’d brought while the snow whitened the outside.

That night we had dinner at Toqué, which…I mean, I’m going need some time & space to describe. There’s a reason it was ranked the #2 restaurant in Canada last year — it was the best meal I’ve had in Canada since the last time I ate at Alo (which was #1). I’ll write about that later in the week.

On Sunday we slept in a bit, but got up with the intention of heading downstairs for the last 30 minutes or so of breakfast…and then realized that daylight savings happened overnight, and the clock by the bed was wrong, so we’d missed breakfast. Dagnabbit. We came up with a plan B: Brasserie 701. As many times as I’ve stayed at the Place d’Armes, I’ve never eaten brunch there. We hit it pretty hard, starting with the bottomless mimosas (!) and going from there. My burger was one of the best I’ve had in ages, but I left in some full-stomach agony.

We grabbed a coffee on the way home from Crew Collective & Café, and just did more work back in the room.

It was a cozy room to work in too, I can tell you. We hung out there until it was time for dinner, which we’d arranged down the street at Bocata, a place we visited our first time together in Montreal. We had a few oysters to start, then Lindsay had the lobster carbonara tagliatelle and I had the sea bass. We paired this with a California white which, while predominantly Chardonnay, had a bunch of Rhone varietals in there as well, and it knocked us out. Terrific stuff. We had a cheese board for dessert with the last of our wine, then got some sweet Quebec wine and cider for a last taste. Well, almost: our server brought us a few shots of Sortilège. Ouf. We rolled home for more work.

This morning we got up early, ate some overpriced room service, and went to a thing for Lindsay. I got some work done back at a nearby cafê (Kafein again), then rejoined her for the rest of the day.

We had a little time at the end of the day before I had to leave for my flight, so we went to Dieu du Ciel for some beers (a Nativité blonde, a Résurrection porter, a Déesse Nocturne stout, and — praise be — a Péché Mortel) and very-late lunch before I hopped in a cab.

I got home a few hours ago, and I’m not happy about it. That was honestly one of the best weekends of my life, and it hurt to leave Lindsay, even if I’ll see her again in a few days. We’ll be talking about this weekend for years, though.

 

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Cover photo from the Brasserie 701 site

 

Cover photo by Alexey Kljatov, used under Creative Commons license

The quiet, delicious death rattle of 2017

We’ve just gotten back from two weeks in Nova Scotia, celebrating Christmas and New Year’s with our families. Since we’re still recovering (my kingdom for a salad!) I’ll keep this brief.

Wed 20th

We flew to Halifax after enduring a kooky passenger in the Porter lounge who mercifully got on an Ottawa-bound flight before we left. We landed, grabbed a car, and got to Lindsay’s dad’s place in time for her brothers to show up with pizza and garlic fingers.

Thu 21st

Lindsay and I had shopping to do, so we zipped into the Hydrostone, bought some stuff, had sushi at Hamachi Kita, and bumped into the aforementioned kooky passenger from the Porter Lounge. Small world. We dashed around the corner to grab coffee from Java Blend and beer from Unfiltered and Good Robot. Good Robot was a fun vibe, and their beer — especially the Yas Queen chocolate porter — was outstanding. Unfiltered, on the other hand, was a gauntlet of douchbaggery: the employee wore Aviators (inside on a cloudy day) and shouted to us over the AC/DC blasting on 10 that we probably wouldn’t like any of the beers because they were too hoppy. Turns out we didn’t like the ones (the flat black jesus stout and double orange ale DIPA) because they were shitty beer, and ended up dumping most of it down the sink. I get that being assholes is sort of their brand, but your beer needs to back it up. Anyway, that night we had dinner at Lindsay’s mom’s place.

Fri 22nd

Somebody (cough cough Lindsay cough) still had shopping to do, so we drove around Bedford to get it done. Luckily our errands took us a past Off Track, a new craft brewery which opened that day (!) so we stopped in. We sampled a few and decided to buy grunters of their Good Grief Charlie Brown ale and Damn Skippy Peanut Butter stout, which ended up taking half an hour because of problems with their lines. By the time we left the line was out the door…not bad for a place that had only been open 90 minutes! Anyway, we took all that to Lindsay’s dad’s place, where we watched Die Hard (yas!) and Office Christmas Party.

Sat 23rd

I left Bedford to drive to my family’s farm, and arrived by mid-afternoon. I found my mom baking cookies, which is about as Christmas as it gets. I sniffed the tree, drove to Parrsboro to pick up my niece and the Mexican exchange student who lives with them, and got my butt back to the farm to just relax. That’s what I was there for. That night brother #2 shared a bunch of local beer he’d picked up for me, including a killer dry-hopped sour from Tatamagouche Brewing.

Sun 24th

Apart from wrap gifts, play crib with my dad, and help peel/core/slice apples for my mom’s apple pie, I can’t think of a single thing I did that day. Which means I nailed my target.

Mon 25th

Christmas! A lazy morning opening a few gifts with my parents, then a big lunch next door at brother #2’s house, then being lazy for most of the day. That night the Mexican exchange student and I beat the family at Trivial Pursuit.

Tue 26th

Boxing Day is always my dad’s family’s reunion, but the reunion is more of a 2-hour pot luck lunch. We drove there through a snow squall, met up with Lindsay who got to meet the family all at once, then drove back to the farm with brother #1 in tow. We all settled into farm relaxation mode. That night Lindsay and I beat my brothers and their wives at Trivial Pursuit.

Wed 27th

A quick jaunt into Amherst where I bought some Blundstones at Mansour’s, then back to the farm for more downtime. Trivial Pursuit on this night went less well, as my sisters-in-law and I lost to Lindsay and my two brothers.

Thu 28th

Again, not much happening (success!) but I did watch Hidden Figures (imdb | rotten tomatoes) with Lindsay and a room full of Dickinson women, which was pretty nice. My mom had made maple glazed ribs, and we destroyed them. That night, over at brother #2’s house, we switched it up and played Cards Against Humanity. I think brother #2 won, which surprised everyone, because we know brother #1 is the most depraved.

Fri 29th

Brother #1 left that morning and, after a little lunch, so did we. We were back in Bedford in time to watch the Canada/USA World Juniors game (shootout loss boo) and eat like starving animals for hours. We ended up watching Inglourious Basterds and I crashed out just before the tavern scene.

Sat 30th

Lindsay and I took a day for ourselves in Halifax, checking in to the Prince George Hotel, grabbing some exceptional beers at Stillwell, then heading to dinner at The Press Gang. We shared oysters, and loved them so much we got another half dozen. Lindsay had lobster gnocchi; I had a terrific duck. The wine list was mediocre, but the food made up for it. Not the best Halifax meal we’d ever had, and not where we’d intended to go (our reservation at Lot Six was cancelled at the last minute, and Highwayman looked too full), but I’m glad we finally tried The Press Gang.

Sun 31st

After grabbing breakfast at the hotel we ran out for a quick coffee at Weird Harbour, then drove to Dartmouth to meet up with brother #1 at Battery Park, North Brewing’s gastropub. We had lunch there (pig mac burger for Lindsay, fried chicken sandwich for me) and sampled some of their beer before buying more from the bottle shop. We drove back to Bedford, went to a group dinner with a bunch of Lindsay’s uncles and aunts, then came back to her mom’s place to ring in the new year over Benjamin Bridge sparkling and party games. Happy 2018 everyone!

Mon 1st

Moooooooostly nothing, except over-eating. Croissant eggs benny in the morning. Grazing all day. Lasagna for dinner. Oh, and we watched an episode of the new season of Black Mirror.

Tue 2nd

Got up, said our goodbyes, packed, drove to the airport, had a little wine at the new Vino Volo, few home to Toronto, got some Korean fried chicken and kimchi cheesy fries for a late lunch, and are now relaxing.

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Cover photo by Alexey Kljatov, used under Creative Commons license

Capital Tabule Blood

I really thought things would slow down as November turned into December. I was incorrect.

Last Monday I had a work gala thing at the Carlu, which was pretty unpleasant. Wednesday morning I flew to Ottawa and, between meetings, managed to get in some good coffee at Morning Owl and some excellent beer at Brothers. Cool hotel too.

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When I flew back to Toronto on Thursday night (I sat right behind Chrystia Freeland on the plane) we had a quick dinner at Aft. On Friday, after I made it through the work day, we had a drink at Chez Nous, a fantastic dinner at Tabule, and a final drink back at Chez Nous.

Saturday was all full of errands, but then involved seeing the lovely The More I Look at These Images at 8eleven, then drinking at Blood Brothers. The change in weather has me wanting naught but brown ales, porters, and stouts, and Blood Brothers had plenty: a white chocolate white stout which knocked me out, a variant of the same with raspberries added, and a stout with coffee and cinnamon. We took a few bottles to go to drink elsewhere, and then somehow ended up at the Fox & Fiddle on Bloor for karaoke. Don’t ask; it was for a friend’s birthday. It pierced my soul with fiery pain, but some dude totally nailed “Zombie” by The Cranberries so it balanced out. We cabbed home, threw pizza down our necks, and crashed. I’m too old for that now. To be clear, I’ve always been too old for that.

Sunday was a slow morning, obviously, but we managed to get ourselves to Eastbound for some brunch before settling into weekend work.

Get here soon, Christmas vacation. SOON.

I did *NOT* run up the Rocky steps

For the past three days I’ve been in Philadelphia at a work conference. It was a really interesting one, put on (in part) by Wharton business school. Refreshingly, instead of trapping us in a great hideous ballroom for the whole time, they conducted four sessions in stunning, mostly historic, venues: the Franklin Institute, the College of Physicians, the brand new Museum of the American Revolution, and the Wharton school itself.

Because of my flight timing, and the prime location of our hotel (the stunning Ritz-Carlton) I managed to squeeze in some great spots.

Zavino, a casual pizza (and pasta) and wine bar, fed me a terrific gnudi special, an enormous beet salad, and some Sangiovese.

After caffeine-ing up at La Colombe and doing a little work I decided to try out Monk’s Cafe. The front bar was busy but I snuck into the back bar, and had a great time. It was quiet back there so the bartender (John, I think?) and I got to chatting, and he pulled some killer beers for me: a Russian River Consecration sour and an Almanac blackberry gose.

Since I was now on my way to the conference I decided I’d better get some more coffee in me, and stopped at Elixr on the way back to the hotel. Straight up one of the best espresso shots I’ve ever had.

During the evening’s sessions, where they fed us dinner, I had an obligatory Yuengling. After, once the evening had wrapped up, I tried Brü, a craft beer + wurst place I’d walked by earlier in the day. It was…super-loud and full of drunk dickbags, but I found a seat at the bar where I could watch hockey (WPG vs. PHI) and drink beer. I fended off bros while drinking an Avery Raspberry sour, a Rodenbach Alexander, and Half Acre Chub Step coffee porter.

On Friday we were in sessions from 7:30 to 9:30, so I did exactly nothing fun.

This morning I got up extra-early so I could return to Elixr before the conference re-started, and the cappuccino lived up to the standard the espresso had set earlier in the week. Absolutely top-notch.

Today, when my session ended I had a bit of time before my flight, so I grabbed lunch at a classic (kind of touristy, but still classic) local spot: McGillin’s. It’s an old tavern dating back to 1860 which is found down an alley. Sweet. I had a philly cheese steak and cole slaw and a pickle and a bag of chips, and a Lancaster milk stout, and it cost me $12 with tax.

Despite a bit of schlepping around back streets due to the marathon today, I got to the airport in pretty good time. Then I saved even more time because I have PreCheck, so I had two hours to kill before my flight. Luckily as soon as I walked through security I saw a Vino Volo. I had a Mencia and a Sangiovese, and I’m drinking a California Cab as I finish writing this.

Pretty solid trip, all in all, and it made me REALLY want to come back to Philly some day.

[UPDATE: I left Vino Volo as soon as I saw my plane pull in. As soon as I got to the gate I got called to the desk, and found out I’d been upgraded. Wasn’t expecting that. Smooth, comfy flight, followed by probably my all-time fastest exit from Pearson. Travel score!]

France 2017

We recently spent a week in France. Well, mostly — we spent five days in Paris, and took a few side trips to Reims in Champagne and Liège in Belgium. Usually what happens when I get back from a big trip is I write a quick, factual summary of what happened — where we went, what we ate, things we saw, etc. This time I wanted to do something a little different, so: here’s everything we did, ranked.

Top (All) 5 Hotels

  1. Les Crayères (Reims) can barely even be described as a hotel. It’s a chateau, an estate, a getaway, an experience, a splurge. It’s class and luxury, top to bottom. With rooms.
  2. Le Grand Pigalle (Paris 9e) was a pleasant surprise — a cool, fun hotel in the neon chaos that is Pigalle.
  3. Hotel Caron (Paris 4e) was a win because of its simplicity: no restaurants, no grand lobby, no frills…just a nice Parisian hotel room, a friendly front-desk employee, and a great location.
  4. Hotel Mademoiselle (Paris 10e) was a stopover as we transitioned from the Gare du Nord to the Gare de l’Est. Big room, but weird style. Cute breakfast area though.
  5. The Street Lodge (Liège) was one we picked because of proximity to Liege’s train station, and island park. Not terribly fancy or stylish, but functional and roomy.
The view from our first Paris hotel

Top 5 Breakfasts

  1. Les Crayères wasn’t just the best breakfast of the trip. It might have been the best breakfast I’ve ever had, and it was basically a continental breakfast. No meat, no eggs, no veg. Just pastries, yogurts, honeys, jams, fancy nutella, fruit, cheese, juice, and coffee, but all of it absolutely outstanding. All in a gorgeous room which houses their Michelin-starred restaurant. Will probably be on my top meals of the year. Oh, and we’re like 65% sure Jeff Bezos was there.
  2. The Street Lodge Liège BnB breakfast was a surprise. Our host Sabine made wonderful eggs to go with the usual French breakfast (ham, fruit, pastries, jams, etc.)
  3. La Terrasse Saint Catherine was a lucky find. We were up early and stumbled in since it was near our hotel, and fell into a simple but delicious breakfast: I had scrambled eggs with bacon inside the eggs; Lindsay had a meat & cheese plate and a croissant. It was simple, but perfect. The fact we were a little hungover probably had something to do with how delicious we found it.
  4. La Grand Pigalle was our first real French breakfast: fruit, yogurt, pastries, etc. Excellent coffee drinks, but marked down for the truffled ham. Ugh.
  5. Hotel Mademoiselle had a cute spot in which to eat breakfast, but it wasn’t really noteworthy.
Le Parc, where we ate breakfast at Les Crayères

Top 5 Lunches

  1. Les Enfants Perdus came up in a quick Google search during our train ride back from Liège, and it turned out a champ. We shared an outstanding burrata, and had dorado (Dan) and toulouse sausage (Lindsay) for mains (paired with a terrific bottle of Burgundy). I had a trio — vanilla, pistachio, and praline — of crème brûlée (Dan) for dessert, but for the life of me can’t remember what Lindsay had.
  2. Mamagoto happened to be right next door to Hotel Mademoiselle, otherwise we’d have never known about it. I forgot to write down what we ate, but it was Japanese/French fusion, so…yeah. Top stuff.
  3. Le Relais Gascon was a place in the 18e recommended by our friend Genna for their giant salads. I had the salade du béarnais; Lindsay had the salade roquefort. We drank a bottle of rosé, chatted with the couple next to us who turned out to also be from Toronto, and almost got a sunburn. In October.
  4. Tavern Aigle d’Or was the most promising beer place in Liège, and we spent a whole afternoon there. First we stuffed ourselves stupid on boulets (giant fried balls of seasons pork + beef) and then drank bottles of La Trappe, Rodenbach Grand Cru, Rulle Brun, and Cuvée De Ranke. It wasn’t always easy either — this was the only place we encountered where they spoke zero English.
  5. Les BS Bistro & KB Coffee Roasters were our first stops after getting off the plane. Nothing terribly remarkable on the bistro front — just a simple brunch — but my espresso from KB was pretty tasty. And much-needed.
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Our first meal in Paris

Top 5 Dinners

  1. Buvette was the first dinner we ate in France, and I remember telling Lindsay that I wasn’t sure we’d beat it during the whole week. It wasn’t recommended; it just happened to be around the corner from our first hotel. It was a tiny place, and dimly lit, and so full we had to sit at the bar — classic Paris, in other words. And the food was stellar: chevre covered in honey and hazelnuts, beets covered in crème fraîche, a huge pile of smoked trout and lentils, steak tartare, a lovely bottle of cab franc, and a piece of brillat-savarin cheese with a glass of Graves. Incroyable.
  2. Le Jardin Brasserie was the second, non-Michelin starred restaurant at Les Crayères, but it was still spectacular. We shared a bottle of Champagne from a small local producer to go with our starters (lobster salad, a “cappuccino” of Ardennes mushrooms + ham), and with our mains (lamb and veal) we took a bottle of Bordeaux. We had a quick cheese course, then two desserts: a hazelnut “island” floating in custard, and some kind of compote if memory serves. Actually, I guess we had three desserts: our server gave us an unexpected crème brûlée! I’m not sure how we made it back up the hill to the main building.
  3. Our most anticipated dinner was Friday night, at a place in Saint Germain called Le Germain. It was another recommendation from Genna, who’d earned our trust thus far by recommending Le Relais Gascon and the baguette at Le Grenier A Pain and for, you know, being a Paris-trained pastry chef. Anyway, we got there, and we knew right away something was up. It just felt…weird in there. Like, clubby. I mean, it turns into a full-on club at 11pm, but even at 8pm it felt off. The service was poor. The apps were poor. There was none of the life-changing butter we were told lived there. We really didn’t want to stay, so we resolved to leave after the apps and find a new restaurant. I pulled up my old Paris custom map and realized one of my very favourite restaurants from my visit 8 years ago — Fish La Boissonnerie — was just seconds away. We loved it there immediately — so much more the vibe we were looking for than Le Germain. We shared this amazing soup; I had a delicious bit of pork, while Lindsay had pasta, and we shared a killer bottle of Burgundy. So glad we bailed out.
  4. We weren’t sure what to do for our last meal in Paris until the last moment, when we opted to visit the Palais de Tokyo at 10pm on Saturday. We ate a quick but impressive dinner at the bar at Les Grandes Verres: coquilles St-Jacques, a shared dish where you made pork belly tacos out of pancakes, and cocktails. If we’d been in less of a rush I would have raided the wine list, where they had several people curate personalized lists & pages.
  5. Since we have their poster on our wall, I suggested we have a late dinner at Willi’s Wine Bar after visiting the Louvre. We shared prawns and both got the steak frites, and drank a shockingly good bottle of Pomerol.

Honourable mention: L’Antidote in Liège.

Top 5 Bottles of Wine

  1. Chateau Bellegrave 2008 Pomerol, at Willi’s Wine Bar. I’m not normally much of a Pomerol fan, but this went so brilliantly with our steak frites that I might just change my mind about Merlot.
  2. Leclaire-Thiefaine Sainte Apolline Champagne, at Les Crayères’ Le Jardin Brasserie. We asked for a bottle of blanc de blancs from a small producer, and this one was perfect.
  3. Simon Bize & Fils 2014 Aloxe-Corton “Le Suchot”, at Fish La Boissonerie. The staff held this one in such reverence that when a clumsy stranger knocked my mostly-empty glass off the table to be smashed on the floor, our server yelled “Oh no, Le Suchot!”
  4. Domaine Joseph Roty 2014 Gevrey-Chambertin, at Les Enfants Perdus. This might have been a rather fancy bottle for lunch, but it was our favourite lunch of the whole trip, so.
  5. Amirault St-Nicolas-de-Bourgueil 2014 “Les Quarterons”, at Buvette. We asked for a versatile bottle to go with four different dishes. Luckily for me they fired this cab franc our way.

Honourable mention: the Château Toumalin Canon-Fronsac 2010 “L’Aurea” we had with our mains at Le Jardin.

Top 5 Art Experiences

  1. In my two previous visits to Paris I’d never been to the Centre Pompidou. It’s not only a stunning collection of modern and contemporary art, it’s also an intriguing building. The view from the top floor must be one of the best in Paris. But the real jewel is the collection. We spent nearly six hours there over two visits, and still only saw 1.5 floors.
  2. Similarly, I’d not been to the Musée de l’Orangerie, but it was a heavy hitter in terms of name-recognition of the artists inside. Even leaving aside Monet’s water lilies (probably the main draw) the collection downstairs — Cezanne, Picasso, Derain, Gauguin, Matisse, Modigliani, Renoir, Sisley — is something to see.
  3. One of the main reasons we were in France and Belgium was to see the work on Nicolas Schöffer, and my favourite was the cybernetic tower which still stands, more than 50 years later, in Liège. It’s beautiful on its own, but also reacts to the external environment and would even change colour when I asked it to on Twitter. We stood on the footbridge to the island in the Meuse and interacted with this tower for half an hour after dinner. It was beautiful.
  4. I’d never even heard of the Palais de Tokyo in my previous visits to Paris, but of course Lindsay knew about it. When we were there the exhibition was Days Are Dogs by Camille Henrot, which we didn’t have time to fully see, but which blew us both away.
  5. We weren’t expecting much from La Bovarie, next door to the cybernetic tower in Liège, but both the temporary Young Artists exhibition and the permanent collection were pretty great. Our plan to stroll through the gardens after was thwarted when we got trapped in a terrace outside the museum with no one to let us back in, so we had to ninja our way out of the garden by walking on top of a wall and jumping back down, but that aside, it was a solid visit.

Honourable mention: slightly new experiences at The Louvre and the Musée Rodin, and a visit to a certain special atelier.

Paris seen from the Centre Pompidou

Top 5 Ways To Get Around

  1. I’m telling you, I could take the TGV from Paris to Reims and back every day and probably not mind. 150km in 40 minutes, hitting 300 km/h along the way, was pretty sweet.
  2. It’s touristy, but I stand by the fact that the Batobus is a pretty good way to get around and see the major sites of Paris. We sailed past the Eiffel Tower, the Musée D’Orsay, Notre Dame and more, eventually jumping off at the Louvre.
  3. We must’ve taken 20 Uber trips. At this point Uber probably thinks I’ve moved to Paris.
  4. The train to Liège wasn’t quite as slick as the TGV to Reims (and the Gare du Nord is not as nice as the Gare de l’Est) but it did pass through beautiful countryside, and passed within a few kilometeres of both Beaumont-Hamel and Vimy.
  5. We only used the Paris Metro a couple of times, but we got to share a laugh with the locals about these really aggressive tourists who were literally crawling into seats before the previous occupants had even fully left them.
The Seine at sunset, seen from the Batobus

Top 5 Other Things We Saw

  1. The tour and tasting at Taittinger in Reims was, happily, a little different than my tour at Moët et Chandon years ago. It’s a less fancy house, but the caves were more impressive. There were beautiful carvings, remnants of the old basilica which stood on the site before the revolution, and even ancient Roman crayères — chalk pits from the 4th century where the Romans had extracted limestone for building. A beautiful space, and a nice tasting. We bought two bottles: the 2012 Millésimé and the Prélude Grand Crus.
  2. We didn’t expect much from it, but the whole city of Liège was a pleasant surprise. From the time we arrived to see the stunning train station, to the island park, to the walk along the Meuse river, to the old historic area, it was really a pleasant find.
  3. The Tuileries Garden. Always the Tuileries Garden.
  4. I’d never seen the Place Vendôme, the Opera, or the Montmartre Cemetery before, and we did them all (and then some) in one day.
  5. I also hadn’t really spent any time in the Place de la Concorde, and for whatever reason we walked or drove into it several times on this trip. It’s the kind of huge public square that just exemplifies Paris.
The train station in Liège

Top 5 Things I Watched On The Plane

  1. The Big Sick
  2. The first three episodes of Fargo (the TV series, not the movie, obviously)
  3. Baby Driver
  4. Zodiac (which I’ve seen a million times but will always watch because David Fincher is a damn genius)
  5. The Social Network (see above)

There were a hundred little moments not captured here, but all of which went into this being one of my all-time favourite trips. At some point Lindsay may weigh in with bonus commentary too, so stay tuned. Until then: a la prochâine, Paris.

Rips Van Winkelle

We got back yesterday from a week in France. We landed early-afternoon, got reamed by customs, took a looooong cab ride home thanks to the Scotiabank marathon, and had lunch and a few beers at Eastbound. We came home with a plan to nap for an hour or so, then get up to unpack, do laundry, eat dinner, etc.

What actually happened is that we woke up 12 hours later and went straight to work, which looks to be a maelstrom this week.

Much more to come, as soon as I can find the time. In the meantime I’ll just keep missing this sort of thing terribly:

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Cover photo from Sandaya

Rouge de Mékinac

Somehow, between drinks and dinners and work and whatever, I forgot to blog about a quick two-day trip to Montreal for work. Between meetings I managed to try a few new coffee places (Tommy, Crew Collective & Café) and a new beer bar (Pub BreWskey), and grab a whisky at a familiar old hotel (Le Place d’Armes).

From one French-speaking city to another: we’ve off to France tomorrow!

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Last Saturday Pearl Morissette hosted a 10th anniversary party for some of their wine club members. It was a perfect day, maybe the best Saturday we’ve had this summer. They poured tons of wine (and Burdock beer), auctioned special bottles & events, fed us delicious food, and let us hang out and meet one another.

We slept in a big, weird B&B. The owner brought us late-night pizza and we had an awkward breakfast conversation with the other couple staying there. We stopped for lunch at Redstone and I ate a pork chop the size of a small dog. We got food from Littlefoot Farm and cooed at their baby goats.

It was a pretty special event. It made all the brutal traffic on the way down here, and the way back, worth it. Thanks P-M.

 

 

 

 

The Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything

Today was my birthday. My 42nd birthday, as it happens. It was a crazy weekend, though my birthday had little to do with that.

First up was a visit by brother #2 on Thursday. We met after work at the Keg near his hotel, and ate some piles of meat. After that Lindsay and I retired to Chez Nous where Laura poured us some off-menu treats.

On Friday, we were off to nearby Project Gallery Studios for an opening, after which we hung out with a couple of the artists and their friends at Aft until the wee hours.

Saturday morning we dragged ourselves out of bed, loaded up on breakfast and snacks at Bonjour Brioche, then drove north to the Hockley Valley Resort for a wedding. We got there in enough time to eat lunch at the wine bar and change for the wedding. The meal was excellent, and very long, and then the party started. We lasted until about midnight, then retired to our room.

When we arrived I discovered a surprise: Lindsay had gifts and balloons(!) waiting for me: a Secrid wallet, October by China Miéville, and a promise to go see Dunkirk next weekend. Whatta girl.

After some much-needed breakfast this morning we stopped at Adamo Estate winery (which is owned by the same people as the resort) to pick up a few wines we’d tried at the resort, then enjoyed the pretty ride home. The rest of Sunday was relaxing, eating, and watching GoT.

Return to the County

We spent Saturday and Sunday in Prince Edward County. I kept telling people I hadn’t been there in two years. I was wrong — it’s been three years. No wonder it felt like such a different place.

We left Saturday morning, arriving in Hillier around lunchtime. I reckoned our first stop should be wood oven pizza at Norm Hardie’s, but that plan blew up when the line of cars extended so far down the driveway we knew we wouldn’t get a table. We didn’t even stop, just did a U-turn and came up with a plan B.

Since we were right there we tootled down the road to Rosehall Run. I’ve had both good and bad experiences with that winery, so I wasn’t sure which we’d get. Turns out it was the latter. The tasting room was slammed. It was tough to get someone to pour for us, and when they did they handed us plastic patio glasses. You know, the ones with the thumb groove. We mentioned that to a few other wineries, who reacted with horror. We didn’t like much of what we tried, but did leave with a 2014 JCR Pinot Noir.

I figured we might as well start the journey down Closson Road, and we started at Hinterland. I warned Lindsay that there are often one or more woohoo-y bachelorette parties at Hinterland; sure enough, one was occupying half the tasting bar when we got there. The other half was subsumed by picture-taking tourists. This was not the county I remembered. This was not the peaceful experience I’d described to Lindsay over the summer. We contemplated leaving, but then managed to squeak into one corner so Lindsay could try the sparkling. She already knew she liked the Whitecap; she bought a 2013 Blanc de Blancs to take away. Suddenly, the tasting room emptied (after the bride forcibly extracted her future bridesmaid Caitlin/Caitlyn/Catelyn/Kaitlyn/Katelyn from the bar so they could continue their reign of terror) and the County was peaceful again.

We decided to eat lunch at the County Road brewery/restaurant next door, which wasn’t even there in 2014, but was now packed to the gills. We shared tomatoes with sourdough and local mozzarella, and beer bratwurst with pickles, and Lindsay tried a few beer samples. While there we met up with our friend Duarte, who lives in the County now, bought some beer, and followed him to our next winery: The Grange of Prince Edward.

I’d been to The Grange before and hadn’t been impressed, but either their wine has improved or my palette has, because a few months ago we shared a bottle of their Estate Cab Franc and loved it. Duarte gave us the grand tour and we tasted through their wines; we eventually left with three bottles of the 2013 Estate Cabernet Franc, two of the 2012 Brut Rosé, a 2013 Estate Chardonnay, and a magnum (!) of the 2014 Pinot Noir / Gamay. The tasting room was mad — we were definitely getting the stinkeye from others who weren’t receiving the same personal attention, and there were no fewer than three bachelorette parties present — but it was a wonderful stop.

We drove down Closson with the intention of stopping at Closson Chase, but the swarm of cars out front warned us off. Instead we drove a little further to the peace and quiet (and delicious Pinot) of The Old Third. We chatted, reveled in the beautiful (and calm!) barn, and bought a bottle of their 2015 vintage. We were finally finding our County groove.

Our last winery of the day was one I’d never heard of until a few weeks ago (hot tip from Laura at Chez Nous Wine Bar) called Domaine Darius. The grounds look like a hobbit’s garden, while the tasting room, a small underground cave, does nothing to dissuade you from that comparison. But the wine? The wine was fantastic. So unexpected, and so different (for the most part) from what I’d expect in the County. We tasted all three they had on offer (2016 Gewurztraminer, 2016 Chardonnay, and 2015 Cuvée red blend), and bought two bottles of each.

Our plan was to head to our AirBnb in Wellington, but we’d been told about one last must-visit: Parsons Brewing, just north of Picton. We took the back roads and found a much bigger operation than I’d expected: a restaurant with a huge outdoor space, families milling about, a bottle shop, and a small bar where we parked ourselves. Lindsay tried a flight, but my favourite was definitely the Grandpa Miguel’s coffee stout. I ended up buying a bottle of that and the Rinda Rinda to take home with us.

Finally, we opted to retreat to our AirBnb, which sat right on Lake Ontario. We had an hour or so to relax, and spent most of it on the back deck. I was done driving for the day, thankfully.

Dinner that night was at Wellington stalwart East & Main. We split the salad and beef carpaccio. I had the pork chop; Lindsay had the pickerel special. We had all this with an outstanding Closson Chase 2014 KJ Watson Pinot Noir. Creme brulee and bread pudding and coffees to finish it off, and we were finished. On the way home we were robbed by a cab driver from Cronkie’s Cab Company, who charged us $25 for driving us 900 metres. So much for the county vibe.

Determined to have a good time anyway, we went back to driving ourselves the next day. First up: Norman Hardie, attempt #2. We arrived just a few minutes after 11, having skipped breakfast to make sure we were good and hungry. We each got a pizza (which meant we had far too much, and took a whole one with us in the car) and baked in the sun, because the kid who seated us didn’t understand that by ‘cover’ I meant ‘shade’ and sat us where there was decidedly neither. Only after we hurriedly finished, already sunburned, did we see the breezeway with shade. Anyway. We went to the nice, cool tasting room and bought two bottles: the 2015 Cabernet Franc and 2015 Cabernet Franc Sans Soufre.

From there we fumbled around the back roads a bit before landing at Trail Estate. The last time I was there they’d just opened; now they’re a bit of a fancy operations, having also landed Hardie’s former assistant winemaker as their own. We liked everything they poured, and took both a 2016 Wild Ferment Riesling and a 2015 Cabernet Franc.

Our last winery of the trip was Closson Chase, now happily uncrowded. We picked a few samples and sat ourselves the beautiful (shaded) backyard, enjoying the wine (we bought a 2014 South Clos Chardonnay and a 2014 Churchside Pinot Noir), playing with a dog named Bella, and taking in the beautiful view. It was a perfect note on which to end our County visit.

On the way out of town we stopped for some dirty roadside ice cream (which is to say, the best ice cream) and made it back to Toronto without much hassle. All that was left to do was unpack everything and tuck away the age-worthy bottles for another day.