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From my little brain
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[3/24/2001]
Had dinner at Herbs with a bunch of my friends. A nice time was had by all. The ambience is very laid back with a very intimate feel. The restaurant is fairly small, but I believe there's a second floor. The service was decent, if a little curt, but they did put up with us 12 screaming kids, (all Asian) and we did shout down the length of the table on several occasions. Wild. Food was decent, but nothing really spectacular. For starters I had a bowl of mussles steamed in a hearty and tart tomato sauce. Good, but nothing special. For entree, I had the Alantic salmon with a blend of herbs fried, and greens on the side. Although the presentation was good (modern French cuisine), the salmon was rather bland. I had to salt my food, and I rarely do that. We had a nice rosse wine to go with our meals. I'm not one for fermentated grapes, preferring to damage my liver from barley and hops, so I can't comment on the wine too much, well being a rosse, it was nice and light. Little fruity, but not overly bitter. We had two bottles between the 12 of us, so big drinkers we're not. For dessert, I had a coconut pineapple cheesecake. Again, I was a little disappointed. It just didn't have the taste that I had envisioned in my mind. Of course, this was real expensive type cheesecake, as the filling itself was definitely light and fluffy, as to the cheapy kind at Loblaws that has the cheesecake very hard and compacted. The whole mean was definitely on the pricy side ($54 CAD per person). At least it's pricy for me. But the ambience and hanging out with good friends certainly made it worth it. The great thing was that we weren't celebrating anything, other than the fact it was a Friday night. Okay, so I made a toast to the coming summer, but that's about it. All in all, a 5 star evening with 3 star food.
We were supposed to go watch a movie afterwards, but most of the people were too tired to go, including yours truely. ....I'm not a picky eater; anyone that can stomach my cooking, can't be one. |