Our first experience sans photos. Our second experience avec photos.
This wknd, a girlfriend asked if we enjoyed Ruby Watchco just as much the 2nd time round, and I belatedly realized with some chagrin that I had never posted our fabulous dinner from July.
Let’s fix that, shall we?
So, we were celebrating sweet A‘s birthday, and on the menu for the eve was Ruby’s BBQ chicken dinner. Now, if I may be completely frank, chicken doesn’t excite (ever). Perhaps to see what it’s been stuffed with, but given the amount of time I devote to a menu…barely a cursory glance. 2%, if that, to le insignificant poulet. Judge away. I judge your chicken with my snobbery.
Wish I could say that night was different. And I can’t, so I won’t.
Instead, will focus on what was underneath…and O MY, did it ever make up for its nonexcitingness.
Coffee porter braised beef brisket hash.
Yes. Sounds pretty freakin’ good, right? Forget the chicken, we were all digging for the braised beef. Dig dig dig.
Stand-outs: Warm and unbelievably fresh, you bet your pretty little smile those chive buttermilk biscuits taste just as good as they look.
…and even better with their to-die-for house churned butter.
Now, honourable mention goes to the grilled corn with honey smoked paprika butter. Boiled, cooked in milk, finished off on the grill and smeared with that crazy good butter. Sweet corn on a summer’s day is the best, isn’t it? Too bad it’s no longer summer.
Right then, moving along!
It pains, but forgettable dishes of the night included the creamy cilantro lime napa slaw + summer bean salad.
The slaw was far too creamy, and absolutely unfair, but slaw triggers salivation over Susur’s singaporean version. The bean salad had a nice crunch from the yellow and green beans. Nice, like, your first blind date nice. Never again, nice.
Cheese plate! So, I’m a stinky hard cheese kinda girl.
The riopelle was soft, brie-like, a triple cream cheese from Quebec…quite nice & smeared exceptionally well. Talk to the other ladies, they’ll give you a more eloquent orgasmic reaction.
Mmm, warm & peachy crumble.
More crumble & a stronger hit of cinnamon would have been just what autumn ordered.
Now, don’t worry we’re ending on a high note. Like you guys were even concerned ;)
Pavlova. My new FAVOURITE dessert.
Meringue-based, light, delicate and velvety with a spongey-crunchy shell; texture is fantastically good. Berries were bittersweet, but fork kept returning to the plate…for more pavlova…like it had a mind of its own. Hmm.
Ultimately, enjoyed the food more the first time around – however dessert redeemed itself tenfold, remember our le-gourmand-style-hard-rock cookies?! Service was just as lovely, we toasted the day A was born & happily stuffed our faces like the little piggies we were and enjoyed every minute of it.
Now, it’s been months and we need to find ourselves another pavlova.
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