This last weekend I visited the city of Ottawa. While I was there I ate at several interesting places.
The Smoque Shack
We visited the Smoque Shack the first night we were in Ottawa. There was almost nothing on the menu I was averse to trying which made me happy. Unfortunately I knew my stomach was so empty I opted to go for a smaller portion of pulled pork. The pulled pork was delicious, it was firm without being tough, it was very spicy for me and combined with the root beer I was drinking forced me to back off between bites.
Jail Hostel Breakfast
For breakfast we ate at the hostel. I went with a whole wheat bagel and orange juice. As I ate the bagel I wondered again why whole wheat tastes so gross. The orange juice was a good sweet orange juice, it had no pulp but that was only a minor disappointment.
Pizza
The pizza place was very fancy, I got a pizza covered in sausage bits. The pizza was very savory. The sausage bits were chewy but a bit crunchy they had that Italian sausage tang. The cheese was simple none of the usual fancy tricks, it had a sweet aftertaste.
The pizza place also had very good service. The meals were quickly cooked and delivered straight to the people who ordered them.
Thai
Everyone ordered food for the group at the Thai restaurant. I ordered chicken sauted with snow peas. The sauce made everything extremely sweet. The chicken was least affected, it was well cooked and the interplay of sweet and savory made the chicken delicious. I wasn't feeling so well so I mostly enjoyed watching everyone else have fun eating.
Brunch
I had Cranberry French Toast at the fancy brunch place we ate at. The cranberries were extremely tart, which would disturb the savory taste of the french toast covered in maple syrup. In spite of the discord of the various food types, the meal was delicious.
Saturday, February 15, 2014
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Third Food Blog - Exploring Snowdon
My stomach was growling again as I left the Gamers Vault in Snowdon. I hadn't had anything to eat for most of the day while I had been tramping around the city, taking the metro and generally burning energy. As I had searched for the Gamers Vault I had passed this little place called Ella's Deli and thought it looked like a good place for a meal. When I entered the deli was a grocer focused on sandwich makings, while I was disappointed that dinner had disappeared I took the opportunity to grab sandwich fixings. With no plans I walked back in the direction of the metro, I saw nothing that I hadn't tried before so I journeyed another couple of blocks down the street. When I finally decided to turn around my eye caught sight of a hole in the wall pizza joint named Pizza Rodi, hungry and not exited by my other options I thought I was ready for anything.
I wasn't.
I ordered a slice of chicken pizza and some poutine, both of which looked quite tasty. The pizza was savory, the first meal I have had in a long time where I did not care if I was eating dark or white meat. The inclusion of tomato slices on the pizza also added another aspect to the slice, not simple dry chicken but chicken draped by tomato.
There was no fork.
This conundrum reared its ugly head when the man at the counter handed me a medium size take out carton of poutine and no fork. A quick inspection suggested that there were no forks to be had. Talking with the man at the counter revealed that indeed there were no forks. Stymied I ate my pizza, drank my coke and nibbled at some fries that were not drenched in delectable, savory, non-finger-foody gravy or sweet melting cheese curds.
Thankfully the Rodi's didn't manage to screw up the coke.
The ride home my stomach growled at me. I did not end up eating the poutine because I discovered that it reheats very poorly.
I wasn't.
I ordered a slice of chicken pizza and some poutine, both of which looked quite tasty. The pizza was savory, the first meal I have had in a long time where I did not care if I was eating dark or white meat. The inclusion of tomato slices on the pizza also added another aspect to the slice, not simple dry chicken but chicken draped by tomato.
There was no fork.
This conundrum reared its ugly head when the man at the counter handed me a medium size take out carton of poutine and no fork. A quick inspection suggested that there were no forks to be had. Talking with the man at the counter revealed that indeed there were no forks. Stymied I ate my pizza, drank my coke and nibbled at some fries that were not drenched in delectable, savory, non-finger-foody gravy or sweet melting cheese curds.
Thankfully the Rodi's didn't manage to screw up the coke.
The ride home my stomach growled at me. I did not end up eating the poutine because I discovered that it reheats very poorly.
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