Navy strength

On Wednesday Nellie and I rushed out of work (early; it was New Year’s Eve, after all) to come home, pick up our stuff, collect a couple of friends, and start driving north. We had all been invited to spend New Year’s Eve with our friends Kaylea & Matt at their Bat Lake cottage.

We worried about the forecast, but with little reason: we made the drive with almost no issues save the usual traffic slowdowns on the DVP and 401, and a few minor snow squalls along the way. After a stop or two we arrived just in time to watch the second half of the Canada/USA World Junior game. Canada won. Of course.

There were ten of us in total, and we were the last four to arrive. On top of what we’d brought, the place was already full of food and drink (including a 30L keg of beer). We hugged our hellos, poured a drink, snacked on meats and cheeses, and settled in. After a while the chef (Matt) and sous (Nellie) began preparing dinner. Though, Matt had been preparing some of it all day, smoking a brined chicken and a lamb shoulder. There was also beef (not sure where that came from, actually) and Nellie made scalloped potatoes with chorizo sausage, and we all plowed into it. We’d also been drinking some tremendous wines brought along by Kaylea’s friend Jordin, including an Italian style I’d never heard of (and can’t remember, dammit), a beautiful Barbaresco, and this amazing Barossa F.U. Shiraz (seriously) that was massive (17.5%!) and complex and puzzling. I can’t imagine I’ll ever get to try it again.

We played some Cards Against Humanity (I won; I am depraved) and then got bundled up so we could go out to where Matt had set up a fire. We stood around it, enjoying the warmth, and eventually sliding around for a bit on the lake itself, as the ice was plenty thick.

By midnight we were back inside, ready to drink a Magnum of another stunning wine: a 1998 Nicolas Feuillatte Palmes D’Or. It was Out. Goddamn. Standing. It was a fitting way to pay tribute to 2014, and welcome 2015.

We’d all had busy days, and had all been eating and drinking since 5pm (or earlier), so everyone crashed around 1:30. The next morning we slowly stirred ourselves, did a token clean up, had coffee from Fahrenheit, ate bacon and cranberry french toast, and drank breakfast Caesars.

Most people went out for a winter walk, but I stayed behind with downstairs Jeff (it’d take too long to explain the moniker; just go with it) to help clean up and then relax. The crew had taken warm cider with them; I poured myself a cup (with a little Navy Strength gin thrown in for good measure), sat by the window, and nerded out with Matt’s copy of The World Of Ice & Fire.

Eventually everyone came back from their trek…some got cold and came in to warm up, while others tried to light another fire. I waited until it was going strong (I’m a sissy, and no longer of any use with outdoor things) before joining them.

We drank Winter Ale and Okanagan wine by the fire, taking shelter from the snow and wind amongst the trees, and felt about as Canadian as we could feel.

Eventually we too got cold, and went back inside for more food, and a Cards Against Humanity speed round (Steph won; she is depraved). For dinner Matt had made chili, and it was the most amazingly delicious chili I had ever eaten. It was sweet and spicy and the perfect consistency. I went back for seconds. I had to talk myself out of thirds. As it was I just kept taking great heaping spoonfuls of it from the pot and shoving them in my gob.

We weren’t done with the outdoors; a few of us wrapped up again and went back to the lake. It was so dark, and so snowy, that you couldn’t see the other side of the lake. Just a faint outline of the tops of trees amidst a Hoth-like blank spot on the earth. I’ve lived in the city for so long I’d forgotten how quickly winter can create this sense of distance and danger, even when you’re only a few hundred feet from a warm house.

Back at the cottage everyone was starting to wind down, or already napping. We were full of food and drink and tired from the cold. My body began rejecting everything…any more food, any more drink, being awake at all. Nellie began folding laundry. Began, never finished. We were all wiped, apart from upstairs Jeff who watched George Carlin’s classic Seven Words sketch on late-night TV. As one does.

I woke up Friday morning worrying about how I would get our rental car up a snowy driveway, but then the local Mr. Plow showed up and saved the day. We cleaned the place as best we could, scarfed down some scrambled eggs and toast, packed up, and jumped in the car with our charges to head home. Nellie and I had to get back to the city for a 3:00 puck drop in the first World Jr. semifinal. Fortunately it got less snowy as we drove south, and we had no problems on the way home (extreme nausea and over-full bladders excepted) and we hit Toronto by 2:15. We offloaded our stuff, put our travel companions in an Uber limo, dropped the rental car, and made it to the ACC just in time for the game.

It was a weekend of celebration: the new year, superb people, the Canadian outdoors, and plenty of amazing food and drink:

For the record, that’s 8 bottles plus 1 magnum of champagne, 5 bottles plus 2 magnums of red wine, 3 bottles of white wine, 1 bottle of port, 6 large bottles of (strong) beer, and the better part of the rum, scotch, gin, and vodka. Plus about 2/3 of the keg in the background and a while bunch of tallboys we didn’t even bother to count.

Night, 2014. Morning, 2015!

Cover photo from the Michael's On Simcoe site

Michael’s on Simcoe

Yesterday was our 11th anniversary. We spent it watching hockey. That’s how cool my wife is.

After we watched Sweden smoke Denmark (accompanied by two hours of loud, drunk commentary by the world’s most annoying human behind us, who was mercifully tossed from the building before the final period) and Switzerland manhandle the Czechs, with a couple of heavy beers (Black Oak Nutcracker porter and the Muskoka Winter Jacket) at Corks in between games, we got ourselves tucked in for dinner at Michael’s On Simcoe. It’s a steak place we’ve been meaning to try since it opened over a year ago.

When we walked in we noticed most of the activity was in the dining room ahead of us, but they led us into the stark, quiet bar at the front. It seemed like they dropped the tables they expected to be lightweights into the bar area, and but for one table and a single dude at the bar we were alone in the whole section. No matter; the food would be the same.

It turns out our server had been in Nova Scotia last week, just as we were, and also grew up near where Nellie’s family was stationed for years. So that’s why she was so nice.

We started with glasses of Veuve Clicquot and Fleur Du Cap Chardonnay (which took us back to our days in Cape Town) to go with our starters: aragosta gnocchi w/ fresh lobster, spiced tomato, garlic, lobster stock, and fresh basil for Nellie, and tonno crudo (fresh tuna, basil, cucumber, shallot, crisp chick peas, and tomato dressing) for me. For our main we split a 25oz bone-in ribeye, w/ sides of shredded brussels sprouts with apple and bacon, and heirloom tomato & cucumber salad. We paired it with a bottle of 2006 Palmaz Cabernet Sauvignon. The wine was rich but not overwhelming in the way that some California cabs are. Strong but subtle, it paired beautifully with the steak. The steak was excellent. Maybe not the best I’ve ever had — it was a little overcooked at the edges — but definitely worthy of a celebration.

We underestimated the size of their desserts and ordered one each: a maple walnut butter tart w/ cinnamon ice cream and poached pear for me, and sticky toffee pudding w/ a caramelized apple for Nellie. My butter tart was more like a butter tray, so I’m glad I ordered a smoky bourbon to counter the overwhelming sweetness. Nellie ordered Amarone with her dessert; we’re not quite sure what she got but it wasn’t Amarone.

We had no complaints about our meal — on the contrary, we quite enjoyed it. But it did nothing to knock Jacobs & Co out of our #1 choice for Toronto steakhouses.

.:.

Cover photo from the Michael’s On Simcoe site

Cover photo by Scott Nelson, used under Creative Commons license

Early Christmastime

We did Christmas a bit differently this year: in order to be back in NS at the same time as a brother and his family we flew out last week — the week before Christmas — to see everyone. Nellie flew the day before I did to see her mother; I joined them Monday and drove to the farm Tuesday. I played with a baby, rough-housed with my favourite dogs, watched my niece’s basketball game (in my first return to my old high school, 21 years after graduation…I nearly broke out into hives), played many games of crib and one of trivial pursuit (brother #2 and his other daughter with a stunning come-from-behind win), ate dad’s ice cream and mom’s pie and drank my brother’s beer, and generally relaxed like it was my job.

We opened a few gifts at my parents’ place, but one very special surprise: a quilt for each of my brothers and I (and our dad) at the request of my grandmother years ago before she died. It took our mother quite a while to find someone who could make the exact pattern she requested (the Boston Common) but the wait paid off: they’re beauties, and now we have quilts from my mother, Nellie’s aunt, and both of my grandmothers.

Back at the mother-in-law’s place we did another early gift opening, and wound up with some terrific local Benjamin Bridge sparkling, and a very cool graphic novel and print from one of Nellie’s cousins. The next day we flew home to Toronto whilst sat next to a screaming toddler. We dropped our bags, grabbed a late lunch at Triple A, and decompressed for the last few hours of our vacation.

Merry early Christmas, everyone.

.:.

Cover photo by Scott Nelson, used under Creative Commons license

Four-boner

Between 10:30am yesterday and 10:30am today we (Nellie, myself, and CBJ+M) drove to Niagara, stopped at five wineries (Leaning Post, Hidden Bench, Kew, Tawse, and Southbrook), a brewpub for lunch (Merchant Ale House), a brewery (Silversmith), and a pie place (The Pie Plate) before arriving at our friends’ place in NotL, where demolished a cheese board, drank some excellent wine, ate an enormous roast (the afore-mentioned four-boner), enjoyed a chilly fire, played some Wii tennis (!), slept it all off, ate some breakfast, and drove home.

Hidden Bench is where we did the most damage, but Leaning Post was the big find of the day. None of us had been before, but we all really liked their wines. Also, Ilya and Nadia were incredibly nice. Great first stop on the way into wine country.

Here’s what we brought home, and a few pictures from the day:

  • Hidden Bench 2011 Tete de Cuvee Chardonnay (x3)
  • Hidden Bench 2011 “La Brunante” (x2)
  • Hidden Bench 2012 Nuit Blanche
  • Hidden Bench 2013 Locust Lane Rose
  • Kew Blanc de Noir
  • Leaning Post 2013 “The Fifty” Unoaked Chardonnay
  • Leaning Post 2013 Gamay
  • Leaning Post 2013 Foxcroft Vineyard Riesling
  • Leaning Post 2012 Keczan Vineyard Syrah
  • Southbrook 2009 “Married Young” Cabernet
  • Southbrook 2012 “Minerality” Chardonnay
  • Tawse 2010 David’s Block Cabernet Franc

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Okanagan & Vancouver

We’d planned to do a big trip this year. Like, big big. To keep on top of our all-seven-continents-before-we-turn-40 plan we’d planned to do some part of Asia this year — the debate was ongoing as to which part, but something. Work, though, made that impossible. We couldn’t take 2-3 weeks away from work this year, and there wasn’t time to properly plan something anyway. So we opted for something simple that involved no passports, no immunizations, no new languages: we opted for the Okanagan Valley. Wine, scenery, good food, and relaxation. Check, check, check, and fuck yes.

Sunday

We woke up at stupid o-clock to head to the airport. Our Uber driver was awesome and a cappuccino from the Maple Leaf lounge helped me open my eyes. I also got to sit in the business class pods for the first time; heretofore I’d only been in the typical non-pod business class seats. It was nice, but kind of weird too. Nellie didn’t mind; she was horizontal and asleep before we cleared Winnipeg airspace. I re-watched Lone Survivor (having just finished the book) and Godzilla.

Upon arriving at YVR and collecting our bags we went for the first in a series of recurring themes on this trip: the up-sell. For an extra $15/day, the nice man at the Budget rental counter explained, I could have a BMW 328i.

So, yeah. Sure. We did that. And we drove that bad boy right out of the airport and launched onto the wide-open roadways of…Vancouver’s winding back streets. Over which we crept ever-so-slowly out of the city. Ugh. Still, once we cleared, say, Abbotsford, we opened ‘er up and spun eastward through the mountains, and were reminded of just how goddamned beautiful BC is. To wit: this was the view when we stopped for lunch at the Blue Moose Café in Hope:

We kept driving east through green mountains and twisty roads and desert plateaus, finally emerging into the beautiful Okanagan valley. That first view of Osoyoos Lake after a 5-hour drive looked pretty good. After ~14 straight hours of travel we were done in, but decided to hit the two southernmost wineries on our list while we at the bottom of the valley.

Nk’Mip was one of the biggest we hit during our trip, and one of my most anticipated. I will say, it didn’t blow me away, but I think that had more to do with a) my high expectations and b) our complete lack of awareness of what to expect from BC wines. We tasted quite a few but ended up buying a 2010 Meritage and 2012 Chardonnay. Staggering views from up there though. Wow.

Moon Curser was next, and a very different experience: small place, intimate tasting room, super-friendly, and lots of interesting varietals. The lady there gave us a few recommendations for further up the valley, and we left with bottles of the 2011 Dead Of Night (a Tannat/Syrah blend), 2011 Border Vines (a Bordeaux blend), and 2013 Afraid Of The Dark (a Roussanne/Marsanne/Viognier blend). We were starting to identify the varietals here in BC that we couldn’t find as easily back in Ontario.

We really were pooped now though, so we drove out of Osoyoos and up to our home for the next few days: Hester Creek. We checked into the villas, got cleaned up, and had a glass of wine on the patio.

Dinner that night was at Terrafina on the winery’s property, so we just had to wander down the hill. I’d thought this through, right? We stopped along the way for a tasting before dinner, and had them set aside two bottles of the 2013 Late Harvest Pinot Blanc, and a bottle of the 2011 The Judge for retrieval the next day.

Our dinner at Terrafina really set the tone for the trip: it was outstanding. I had scallops and the chicken breast; Nellie had cauliflower soup and a duck confit pasta, which she declared one of her five favourite pastas of all time. We thanked our excellent server, bought beers for the kitchen staff, and walked home through the vines under a night sky so clear we could see the Milky Way. We toasted day one with the rest of that white wine on the patio. Cheers, Sunday!

Monday

The start to day two was almost ridiculously nice. I made some coffee, watched a perfect sunrise from the patio, listened to hawks cry overhead, and watched a young deer wander through the vines below us. The constant sound of bird cannons didn’t bother me; it just reminded me we were in wine country.

We ate breakfast — bacon, oven-baked French toast, and fresh local fruit — outside with the other guests and then got to work: more wineries. We tried to find Osoyoos Larose but couldn’t. Since their website seems to be deactivated we wondered whether the winery is even still operating. Either way, we couldn’t find it and bailed, crossing the river to Black Sage Road.

Burrowing Owl was our first stop of the day, and was another one high on the list. I had high expectations for this one, but like Nk’Mip it was just…solid. Not bad, but not really memorable. We ended up buying a 2011 Athene and a 2010 Merlot, and after perusing the restaurant’s menu decided not to eat lunch there later in the day.

Platinum Bench, just down the road, wasn’t one we’d heard of before coming, but the good people at Moon Curser had recommended it. As soon as we walked in we could smell the fresh-baked bread made by one of the owners. They pair the fresh bread with some of their wines, which is 1) a neat idea and 2) a terrific way to sell bread. We left with two loaves of bread (one stuffed with soppressata and Swiss cheese, the other with figs and brie) and bottles of the 2011 Meritage, 2012 Merlot, and 2013 Pinot Gris. Oh, and we got to play with their dog. The morning was picking up.

Church & State was next, and we found it pretty much empty. This was another recurring theme — I guess 11am on a Monday isn’t that popular a wine tasting window. Except for pros like us, obviously. We tasted everything they had open, bought the 2009 Quintessential, 2011 Coyote Bowl Syrah, and 2013 Viognier, and got a few recommendations from them for the next few days, such as…

Le Vieux Pin. We’d bypassed their sister winery, La Stella, on the way up, but we were advised not to make the same mistake with Le Vieux Pin. We were glad we didn’t — we got up-sold on the premium tasting, and fell for their three Syrahs. We took away a half-dozen: 2011 Syrah, 2012 Ava, 2013 Equinox Chardonnay, 2013 Sauvignon Blanc, and two bottles of the 2011 Equinox Syrah. Their wines weren’t cheap, but they were terrific.

Black Hills, just back up Black Sage Road, was another recommendation from Church & State. Actually, their recommendation was to eat lunch there and do their full tasting, but it turned out they weren’t offering lunch that day. Still, we did the full tasting outside on the patio and ordered a charcuterie board to tide us over.

I was more than intrigued by their Carmenère. We went for the minor up-sell (there’s that theme again) and sprung for the vertical tasting of their flagship Nota Bene red. We didn’t buy any bottles that day, but then we went for the major up-sell, and joined their wine club. Crazy, right? But those reds were good, and shipping is free, so…yeah. Up-sell FTW.

It had already been a more productive day than expected, so we were almost ready to pack it in. Almost. We drove back across the river to highway 97 and took the long driveway up to Culmina‘s gates, but because we hadn’t bothered to make a reservation we turned back around and opted to make just one other stop.

Road 13 was on my must-try list, but I don’t remember how or why. Frankly, I’m surprised it got there — we were very disappointed. We did buy two bottles — a sparkling 2011 Chenin Blanc and a 2012 Syrah Mourvedre — but our tasting experience was so rushed and impersonal that we left in a bit of shock. We felt like we were being rushed out as the staff tried to close up, even though it was nowhere near closing time. Weird. We ended up drinking both wines over the next few days, and they weren’t bad, but they weren’t coming back to Ontario with us. Disappointing.

We did need some food though, so we went back to Terrafina for lunch and drove up the hill to our villa for a little break before dinner. It was around this time that I started to feel really sick. I’d been fighting a cold in the days leading up to the vacation — this often happens to me, as soon as my body fights through things during busy periods but knows it has a break coming up — but I thought it might be allergies too. Either way, I felt pretty rotten all afternoon.

I felt poorly at dinner too, which was a shame, because I couldn’t really enjoy Miradoro at Tinhorn Creek. I had a quail appetizer (after driving through a flock of them on the drive up…I felt bad) and elk for my main; Nellie had a bowl of clams and chorizo, followed by a wild boar bacon carbonara pasta. She got a dessert, but here’s how bad I felt by this point: I couldn’t even order the salted chocolate budino on the menu, even though that’s one of my favourite desserts. Also: we drank the recommended (Tinhorn Creek) wine pairings, but nothing impressed us. In fact, some of them just tasted bad. Not off, just…bad. If that had been been just my opinion I’d have assumed the cold affected my taste buds. But it wasn’t just me. Surprising, since they’re one of the heavyweights in OK.

My body was trying very hard to shut down, so we were home by 9:30 and I fell asleep a few minutes after that.

Tuesday

I woke up feeling better, so I couldn’t resist getting up for another sunrise before breakfast. This time we shared a table with a couple from Texas, on their way to Moraine Lake. They were also going to hike at Lake O’Hara, so we were rather jealous. After breakfast we packed up our room, picked up some cold meds in Oliver, and drove north to more wineries.

Blue Mountain was a must-stop for us, and didn’t disappoint. We ended up chatting with a lady who knew a lot about Ontario wines and wineries, and told us how lucky we were that they had 2006 Blanc de Blanc on hand. We left with two bottles of it, and one of their 2013 Gamay. They were sold out of several others I wish we could have tried.

Blasted Church was a little further up the road, and one of the few BC wineries we’d already tried. On our last visit to Lake O’Hara the lodge served us some Blasted Church wine; we couldn’t remember which, but Nellie sampled a bunch in the hopes of jogging her memory. In the end we took a 2010 Nothing Sacred and two bottles of the 2013 “Bible Thumper” Viognier.

Painted Rock was the most spectacular winery we saw on this trip. Not necessarily the biggest, but the slickest. It looked like an Apple store. It was very good too — they poured just four wines but we ended up buying three: the 2012 Syrah, the flagship red 2012 Icon, and 2013 Reserve Rosé. We took one last look at the view, and continued on to Penticton.

I don’t quite know what possessed me to book lunch at The Hooded Merganser. I guess I didn’t know until we pulled into the parking lot that it’s in a casino. Perhaps if it had been a nice day we could have sat on the patio for lunch and enjoyed a view of the lake. Anyway, it wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t as interesting a meal as we’d hoped for. Can’t win ’em all, I guess.

The weather had turned at this point — our luck had finally run out. Well, almost; we left downtown Penticton just in time to see a squadron of ducks cross the street in front of us. Seriously, about a half-dozen of them crossed the street using a crosswalk. And then crossed the street the other way, again using the crosswalk. We’d never seen anything like it, but I for one welcome our new aquatic fowl overlords.

Poplar Grove was just outside of the downtown, and we stopped mainly to confirm where our dinner would be later that evening. We did taste a few though, and walked away with a 2009 Legacy and 2013 Viognier. We were loving how much Viognier we could find in the valley. It’s a favourite, and a rare find in Ontario. Our next stop was Serenata Guest House, where we would lay our heads for the evening, but it wasn’t yet open. No matter; there were plenty of wineries waiting for us up the Naramata bench.

La Frenz, for instance. This was another recommendation from both Church & State and Painted Rock; strangely enough we weren’t that taken with the place. Maybe we’d been spoiled by all the empty wineries to date and suddenly here we encountered a crowd, but the wines weren’t much to write home about either. We did nonetheless leave with a 2012 “Rockyfeller” Malbec.

Red Rooster was a miss. Sure, we took away a 2012 Bantam White (which we drank that night) and a 2013 Reserve Rosé, but overall it wasn’t worth writing home about. To be fair, though, we didn’t try the Meritage, which happens to be in the LCBO right now, so we may owe them another try.

Howling Bluff, a little further up the bench, was about as far from Painted Rock as we could get. Tiny, no frills, but fun enough (and high-potential enough) that we bought a bottle of the 2010 Summa Quies Bordeaux blend to age at home for a few years.

By now we’d killed enough time to check in, so we drove back to Serenata and met Jake, just about the friendliest guy in the world. He showed us around, gave us the lay of the land, recommended some other wineries, talked up his Syrah (they own, or owned at this point, 3 Mile winery up the road), and told us the plan for breakfast the next morning. We dropped our suitcases in the room, opened a bottle of red, and walked up the hill to the lookout.

We’d booked dinner at Vanilla Pod restaurant that night, back at Poplar Grove winery. Our meals were good, but huge — I could only eat about half of my paella. The most interesting part of the evening was a chance for Nellie to see her friend from elementary school, who now lived in Penticton. First time they’d seen each other in about 25 years. What a nice surprise, and a great way to end day three.

Wednesday

While waiting for Jake’s wife Colleen to make her killer breakfast I noticed a tweet from wine writer Rick Van Sickle, recommending a small winery we’d never heard of. We added it to the list of wineries we planned to try that day, ate our ham & omelette, and packed up. Jake gave us a bottle of their 3 Mile 2011 Syrah and we were on our way.

Laughing Stock was our first stop of the day, and ended up being one of our favourites on the trip. The ex-investment banker theme is a nice touch. We tasted everything they had, and bought three bottles: the 2012 “Blind Trust” Bordeaux blend, 2013 Viognier, and 2013 Chardonnay.

Van Westen was next, and it was probably the most awesomely lo-fi tasting experience of the trip. We walked into a barn, stepped over hoses and around barrels, and sped through a tasting of everything they had. I think every minute they spent with us took them away from making wine, or running the business, or something useful. We took home bottles of the 2010 “Voluptuous” Bordeaux blend, 2012 Viognier, and 2012 “Vino Grigio” Pinot Gris. This place felt real; it was a fun experience.

Nichol, on the other hand, was disappointing. The wine was okay, but the person serving us actually seemed annoyed that we even walked into the place. She wasn’t interested in telling us much about the wines, and mainly seemed to want to get back to her sandwich. This place had been highly recommended, so I can only assume this was unusual. Like I said, the wine was decent, so we bought some 2011 Syrah and some 2013 Pinot Gris, but were pretty happy to leave.

We had lunch reservations at Hillside but we were still so full from breakfast that we canceled and kept driving back to Penticton. We pulled into the Penticton Wine Info Centre in the hopes that they would be able to help us mail our wine back to Toronto. Alas, no such luck: the Ontario liquor laws are so ridiculous that everyone’s scared to send anything there. Well, almost everyone…but more on that later. Anyway, we ended up re-packing everything into shipping crates in the parking lot, including bottles of Osoyoos Larose 2009 Le Grand Vin and Pentage 2012 Sauvignon Blanc / Semillon which we bought to round out our collection, and drove to Summerland for lunch.

After a quick bite at The Local Lounge & Grille we drove up into the town to find the winery Rick had recommended: TH Wines. It was tough to find; we didn’t expect to find a winery next to an auto body shop and a coffee roaster. Tyler (the winemaker) had set up shop in an industrial unit, making his wine in the back and selling it up front in a tiny room with a few handmade benches for tasting. About half his wines were sold out, but we took bottles of his 2012 Cab Merlot and 2013 Viognier with us. What a great time — meeting and tasting wines from a real craftsman. Rick really came through with that recommendation. Tyler even managed to take a picture of us that we didn’t hate.

And with that, we were all wineried out. We packed the TH bottles into the final two empty slots in our shipping boxes (final count: 48 bottles!) and drove on to Kelowna. Well, West Kelowna, actually — that’s where our B&B was. On the way we stopped at a UPS store, who were more than happy to take our money to ship our stuff to Toronto. The staff were terrific and made us feel confident that the wine would make it home safe and sound. A few minutes later we were at our B&B, A View Of The Lake.

Steve invited us into their place and gave me some much-needed coffee. We sat and enjoyed the view of Kelowna, and made dinner plans. We took a cab into town, checked in at RauDZ for dinner, and then went around the corner to Salted Brick for a drink. We shared a Nelson organic pumpkin beer and watched a very odd collection of characters wander by. RauDZ ended up calling after only half an hour, which was almost a shame. We liked Salted Brick so much we wanted to stay longer.

Dinner at RauDZ was easily the best meal I’d eaten all year. Seriously. We had cocktails to start — I had something called The Thorogood, made of bourbon, scotch, and beer (I suppose it wouldn’t have done to name the thing The Hooker) — and then Nellie and I shared a pea & saffron risotto. For our mains I had duck with polenta, raspberry reduction, greens, and beets; Nellie had crusted Pacific salmon, root vegetables, and kale. We paired those mains with a TH Pinot Noir, which we hadn’t been able to try when we stopped in earlier that day. It was all so bloody amazing. Nothing fancy or complex, just fresh, delicious, and prepared perfectly.

Wow. G’nite, Okanagan. You saved your best for last.

Thursday

Steve and his wife Chrissie made us a seriously badass three-course breakfast to start our last day in the valley. We talked to a lovely couple from Manchester and a family of traveling Germans at the table, had a little coffee, and packed up to once again get on the road. Our drive west from Kelowna was amazing…we started climbing right outside the city and drove straight into a cloud bank. Visibility was down to a few yards until we broke back out of it. After that it was hours of gorgeous scenery until we got to Hope, gassed up, grabbed some unfortunate grease at a weirdly religious McDonald’s, and made the drive into Vancouver. After some difficulty locating one last gas station we dropped the car at the airport and took a cab downtown.

Arriving at our hotel was weird. The Shangri-La is a very high-touch hotel where about four people attack you as soon as your cab arrives, and hover like hummingbirds until you’re checked in and in your room. Our room was nice though: a roomy balcony, buttons which control the whole room, nice TV, huge bathroom, and so on. Pretty sweet. We took a walk to stretch our legs, stopped at Malone’s for a craft beer or two, then went back to the room to get cleaned up before dinner.

Our dinner reservations were at Hawksworth, by all reports one of the best restaurants in Vancouver…maybe the best. We weren’t disappointed — it’s a very cool space, the service was fantastic, and the food was amazing. Here’s what we ate & drank:

  • Nellie: Blue Mountain sparkling wine / Dan: the Dalhousie #2: lot 40 rye, ginger of the Indies, Averna Amaro, whiskey barrel bitters
  • Nellie: spiced carrot velouté with seared scallop, coconut, gingerbread, and cilantro, paired with a glass of Chenin / Dan: yellowfin tuna tartare with spicy tomato sauce and andouille sausage, paired with a glass of Albarino
  • Both: whole Yakima farm rack of lamb with baby nugget potato, fava bean, wild mushroom and mint chimmichurri, paired with a bottle of Villa Martis 2010 Barbera/Nebbiolo

Zoinks: two stellar meals in as many nights. We barely made the walk back to our hotel bed before conking out.

Friday

Vancouver was, by now, fully in its natural state: raining. Not cold though. I walked to Bel Café (which turned out to be part of Hawksworth) for a coffee and some croissants. I ate my breakfast and read the Globe on the balcony, and let Nellie sleep in for a bit.

Luckily our main plan for the day wouldn’t be affected by rain. We’d booked a tour with Vancouver Whale Watch, and met their shuttle a few minutes away from our hotel. We rode down to Richmond, or rather to the little town of Steveston, where we boarded our boat along with about 30 other people, including some large groups of people obviously stepping onto a boat for the first time. The water was pretty choppy as we left the mouth of the Fraser river, passing some California sea lions, and got rougher as we travelled south, but settled down once we got into the island passages. We saw colonies of Stellar sea lions and harbour seals just off Saturna Island.

Soon after that we crossed into US territory and saw our first big catch of the day: a humpback whale. There were already boats on station waiting for the whale to surface again; Nellie and I were the first two to spot it when it resurfaced, and were promptly swarmed by people looking for a better vantage point once they realized what we were looking at. We managed to see it spout a few times, and then saw the entire fluke stand straight out of the water as it dove. The captain didn’t wait for it to come back up again as we needed to get further south still.

We rounded San Juan Island into the Strait of Juan de Fuca and found a number of boats already watching a pod of Southern Resident orcas. We had to stay pretty far back from the whales due to US regulations, but we got to see plenty of males and females swimming and eating, and hung out there observing for about 45 minutes. We didn’t take pictures…all we had were our phones, which just couldn’t handle the distance. Anyway, we were much happier to watch and just remember. It was so beautiful to see. Then, just as we were leaving, a big male surfaced just off our port side where Nellie and I were sitting. He swam right toward us and dove right under our boat. Amazing.

We re-entered Canadian waters east of Victoria and sped back up the Haro Strait, through Boundary Pass, swerving between Galiano and Mayne Islands, and finally burned north across the Strait of Georgia to Steveston. Half the guests (including Nellie) slept on the way back, now that the water was calmer. I tried to look around and absorb a little of the beauty of the Southern Gulf Islands. We finally docked, swapped boats for shuttles, and made the long drive through rush hour traffic back to our hotels. The total trip was much longer than we’d expected, but it was worth it.

We were just about done in. but there’s no way I was coming to Vancouver and not trying The Alibi Room, the top-rated beer place in Vancouver. We cleaned up and walked across downtown Vancouver, through Gastown, a neighbourhood neither of us had seen before but which we really liked. We arrived at the Alibi Room to find a lengthy waiting list, but they cleared a spot at the downstairs bar pretty quickly and got us to a table shortly afterward. There were a few food snafus, and the place was like a freaking sauna, but the beers were pretty tasty. So yeah, a very good beer place, but not mind-blowing. I must admit, having easy access to places like Volo and Bar Hop has nearly ruined other beer places for me. We jumped in cab for home, drank some Road 13 sparkling on the balcony, and got packed up for our early flight home.

Saturday

When I say early, I mean early. We were up before 5, but because I never really adjusted to Pacific time it was easier than waking up the day we left Toronto. We hung out in the Maple Leaf lounge at YVR, and then again in Calgary during a quick stopover. I watched Neighbors and X-Men: Days Of Future Past on the flight back. Everything went smoothly at the airport when we arrived in Toronto, but the cab ride home was brutal due to the Gardiner being closed and Toronto traffic being its usual nightmarish self. But we made it in one piece.

How much did we love the Okanagan? We’ve already started planning a return visit, this time probably flying directly into Kelowna. Our UPS shipment arrived Wednesday night, which was like Christmas morning. In fact, this trip was the trigger for us to upgrade our wine fridge — a new one arrives this week.

Thanks, BC. We miss you already. You’re the prettiest province of them all. We love your mountains and your deserts, and your hosts and your restaurants, and your whales and your wine. We’ll come see you again soon. Promise.

Get the di taleggio

It’s been more than two years since we visited Prince Edward County, which was entirely too long. I almost forgot how much we love it there.

The love came rushing back to me pretty much as soon as we arrived at Norman Hardie‘s for some tastings and wood-fired oven pizza. The food and wine, the fresh air and green fields, the County camaraderie…it’s starting to feel like home out there. After Hardie we hit stops from our previous trips, including Rosehall RunThe Old Third (where there was a chocolate lab puppy so cute I wanted to just eat her like candy), Closson Chase, Hinterland (where they fed us pulled pork sandwiches outside), and Lighthall. We also hit a few new ones like Hubbs Creek, Broken Stone, and Trail. Hubbs Creek was really good — nice Pinot Gris, decent Pinot Noir, and a very interesting Sussreserve Gamay rosé.

We checked into our room at the Newsroom Suites, had a little nap (I’d sampled a lot of wine), and walked across the street for dinner at East & Main. It was, as always, terrific. Nellie had mushroom ravioli and the steak frites while I had the scallops and the duck special. Our server recommended a bottle of Karlo Estates Quintas to go with it, and it lived nicely indeed amongst our two mains.

The next day I got up early for breakfast at The Tall Poppy while Nellie slept in. Soon we were on our way again, checking in at Huff Estates and and TerraCello for early-morning tastings. TerraCello was a new stop for us; we liked that they’re doing very different wines there, like a straight Vidal and a De Chaunac. They also do wood-fired pizzas, though they weren’t quite up and running yet that morning due to an overnight power outage. No problem though; we just skipped back over to Norm Hardie’s for round 2. Bumped into an old colleague while there too, which was a pleasant surprise.

And with that, we were off back to Toronto. Here’s the motherlode we brought home:

  • Broken Stone 2013 Pinot2 (x2)
  • Closson Chase 2011 KJ Watson Pinot Noir (x2)
  • Closson Chase 2012 South Clos Chardonnay (x2)
  • Hinterland 2011 Sparkling Rosé
  • Hinterland 2013 Whitecap
  • Hinterland 2013 Borealis (x2)
  • Hinterland 2012 Lacus (x2)
  • Hubbs Creek 2013 Pinot Gris (x2)
  • Hubbs Creek 2011 Pinot Noir (x2)
  • Hubbs Creek 2013 Sussreserve Gamay Rosé (x2)
  • Huff Estates 2007 Cuvée Peter J. Huff Sparkling
  • Huff Estates 2011 South Bay Chardonnay
  • Huff Estates 2012 Cabernet Franc Rosé (x2)
  • Lighthall 2011 Muté White Port
  • Lighthall 2012 Mes Trois Fils Pinot Noir
  • Lighthall 2012 Gewurztraminer
  • Norman Hardie 2013 Calcaire (x2)
  • Norman Hardie 2012 County Chardonnay (x2)
  • Norman Hardie 2010 Pinot Noir (x2)
  • Old Third 2012 Pinot Noir Blanc (x2)
  • Old Third 2011 A La Volée Sparkling Pinot Noir (x2)
  • Old Third 2013 Golden Russet Cider (x2)
  • Rosehall Run 2012 Pixie
  • Rosehall Run 2011 The Swinger Syrah
  • Rosehall Run 2011 Pinot Noir
  • Rosehall Run 2012 Gamay
  • Rosehall Run 2012 Certain Ratio
  • Terracello 2013 Riesling
  • Terracello 2012 Vidal
  • Terracello 2013 De Chaunac
  • Trail 2013 Unoaked Chardonnay
  • Trail 2013 Sauvignon Blanc

À la prochaine, county.

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WOSA

This past Monday we attended a dinner at Parts & Labour, put on by WineAlign and WOSA Canada — the local PR arm of the South African wine industry. The focus of the evening was, obviously, South African wine. We were up for that, and for trying a new place, so boom. Done.

The evening certainly did nothing to dull the affection we gained for South African while visiting the country last fall. I agree with host David Lawrason: it may be the best value wine on the market right now. None of the wines we tried blew our minds, but they were very solid for bottles which (mostly) run $15 at the LCBO. The whites got too warm while we waited for our food so I’m not sure I got the full effect there.

Here’s what we drank:

  • Reception wines: Ken Forrester Petit Chenin Blanc 2013; Nederburg Winemasters Reserve Sauvignon Blanc 2013
  • Appetizer wines, served with grilled broccolini: Fleur Du Cap Chardonnay 2013, Ken Forrester Reserve Chenin Blanc 2012, The Wolftrap White 2013
  • Main wines, served with grilled flat iron steak: Fleur Du Cap Shiraz 2010, Nederburg Manor House Cabernet Sauvignon 2012, The Chocolate Block 2011

I’m not sure what the reception wines were paired with, because the seniors who made up 95% of the attendees would swarm any server with a tray before they got ten feet from the kitchen. Some of them were taking 3 or 4 hors d’oeuvres at a time. It was weird. The food was okay…good steak but otherwise nothing special. We felt a little underwhelmed by the evening and, frankly, in need of a proper full glass of wine. This event was okay, but it was no Tawse wine members dinner.

Just before we left I had a chance to meet Will Predhomme for the first time. He’d been sitting behind us at dinner, so I thanked him for co-making the delicious North Shore Project Syrah and talked Nova Scotia sparkling for a bit. After that we jumped on the streetcar, jumping off again at Yonge and hitting Richmond Station for a goddamn full pour. I had Norm Hardie cab franc; she had Tawse Pinot. When in South Africa, drink South African. When in Ontario…

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Tin

So, as of yesterday, Nellie and I have been married for ten years. Cool, right?

To celebrate we had dinner at George, a perpetual top restaurant in Toronto, which we’ve somehow never been to despite it being just around the corner from us.

We had the seven-course tasting menu…which might have been a bit much, since we’re both still sick with colds — I ran down somewhere around course #4. It wasn’t the best tasting menu we’ve ever had, but we agreed that it might have come with the best, and most interesting, wine pairings. I wasn’t taking copious notes; while there were generally 5+ flavours on each plate I’ve only captured the main ingredient.

  1. Amuse-bouche of Carrot paste, caramelized root vegetables, rye toast (2004 André Clouet Champagne)
  2. BC spot prawns (2007 Weinrieder ‘Birthal’ Weissburgunder – Austria) // Crusted black cod (Ontario Spring Water Sake – Canada)
  3. Tuna (2012 Valle Dell ‘Acate ‘Zagra’ Grillo – Italy) // Smoked trout (2010 Kew Vineyards ‘Old Vines’ Riesling – Canada)
  4. Tempura lobster (2012 Alheit Vineyards ‘Cartology’ Chenin Blanc/Semillon – South Africa) // Scallop ceviche (a white Bordeaux…don’t remember which)
  5. Squab (2008 Argiolas Korem Isola dei Nuraghi Bovale/Carignano/Cannonau – Italy) // Cornish hen in a pastry (2009 Azienda Agricola COS ‘Maldafrica’ Cabernet/Merlot/Frappato – Italy)
  6. Lamb (2010 Ramey Sonoma Coast Syrah — USA) // Beef tenderloin (2011 Hendry Ranch Vineyards Zinfandel – USA)
  7. Some kind of ash-y blue cheese (2002 Domaine Rolly Gassmann Stegreben de Rorschwihr Gewürztraminer – France) // Blackburn Washed Rind Raw Cow’s Milk – Québec (Villa Late Harvest ‘Tregenda’ Papiano – Italy)
  8. Chocolate cake (20-year-old Tawny Port) // Apple cake (some kind of apple cider) // Moscato D’Asti

And this happened at dessert. Thanks George!

.:.

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Wolf cape

This time we made sure the Gardiner would be open.

The last time we drove around the lake to see Matt & Kaylea it was an ordeal. When the main highway out of downtown Toronto is shut down, things get messy. Fortunately there were no such closures this time, so we made good time.

Too good, in fact…we were at their place in less than an hour, and arrived before they were still in the throes of morning. Anyway, we had plenty of time before the event which drew us down to Beamsville in the first place: a structured tasting at Thirty Bench. We knew we’d be tasting the 2008 cab franc and merlot alongside the 2011, but they also added the 1996 vintage of each to the lineup. The tasting began at 11am, but we did our stretches and got ready to taste.

I won’t go too far into the tasting notes, but suffice it to say both 1996s were past their primes. Still, it was fun to taste them alongside the new, more powerful vintages. We knew we’d be buying several bottles of the 2011 cab franc to add to our collection, but it was nice to taste the 2008 again as well. And we were surprised by the 08 merlot…surprised enough that we bought a bottle. Let’s see if it lives up to our memories when we finally crack it.

After Thirty Bench we drove east to Kacaba. Kacaba’s always good for a solid half (or full) case, but they happened to be running an open house so we just jumped into the tour. We tried some tank samples of the upcoming sauv blanc, pinot gris, and riesling (and pre-ordered the first two) as well as some syrah and cab sauv, and met the winemaker and the owners, and chatted a lot with the staff, and bought nearly a case of wine. Despite their absolutely atrocious website, Kacaba is always a wise stop along the wine trail.

Our last stop of the day was Green Lane, a new winery for us. It’s small, and the room was empty when we arrived, so we took our time. We liked the sur lie chardonnay and their cab blend well enough. Not sure it’ll be at the top of my list for future visits though.

After a quick stop for provisions we went back to Matt & Kaylea’s, where Matt began prepping his feast. He distracted our tummies with a board of kielbasa, a cheese ball, and some of his homemade bread. Which was incredible.

The ladies split a bottle of Jordan riesling we’d brought back from Stellenbosch, while Matt and I sampled some beers. We had some Railway City Iron Spike blonde ale (which was ok), and some Dead Elephant ale, also from Railway City (which was a little better), and some Midtfyns/De Molen X Porter (which was horrible…and I love porters), and finally some Deus Brut des Flandres (which was spectacular…I was actually angry at myself for never having tried it before).

And then came dinner. First: a roasted parsnip + celeriac soup with parsley oil, paired with a sur lie chardonnay we’d picked up that day at Green Lane. The main course was pork loin wrapped around apricot, onion, spinach, and rosemary, served with creamy potatoes and butternut squash. That was paired with an Old Third 2010 pinot.

We decided to take a little break, clean up a little, and go for a walk before dessert and the final bottle of wine. Unfortunately somewhere in there I developed one of the worst headaches of my life. As in, it hurt to look at light, or laugh. Eventually I just disappeared into the bedroom, turned off the light, and tried to make my head stop hurting. The rest of the gang drank a bottle of my beloved 2007 Thirty Bench cab franc and dug into the massive lemon square Matt had made especially for Nellie. I missed it all because it felt like a giant hot crab was attacking my temples.

The next morning the pain had lessened — it was like a normal headache now, which was comparatively easy — and I was able to partake of Matt’s excellent breakfast. We surveyed the previous evening’s damage and went out to investigate one more winery: Kew.

None of us had ever been to Kew (it’s new! Kew is new! New Kew!) so this was a bit of an adventure. And I gotta say, it is a beautiful spot up there. They’ve done well with the space, and we all made plans to come back in the summer and take advantage of the patio & fire. The wines didn’t quite blow us away, but many of them were solid, and blessedly there was some variety from the usual Bench wine offerings. They did a blanc de noir sparkling, and a marsanne/viognier mix, and a decent little cabernet blend, and I do believe we took a bottle of each along with a fumé blanc.

Since our Kew visit took a little longer than expected we decided to just call it and get some lunch before heading back. We retired to the Judge & Jester pub, which serves onion rings larger than a Roman legionnaire’s shield and ribs the size of a washboard. Needless to say that was our last food of the day.

Our drive home was uneventful, but our stomachs were full, as is our wine rack now (almost). Another successful trip in the books.