I showed up for my lunch meeting at the 3 Brewers, as suggested by Richard.
The place was busy but not overcrowded.
The server informed us that unfortunately, they were down a deep fryer and that some items were not available, specifically the fish and chips – no fish frying today in order to avoid cross-contamination to protect their fish-allergic customers.
I was totally taken aback by the news because, obviously, the Fish and Chips is totally what one should get at a French Brewery.
I peered at the menu carefully. I regularly get the Flammekueche, but I didn’t feel like it today.
I considered the Cassoulet, but thought it would be too heavy. I ignored the Burgers and the Poutine section, because as usual I was focused on my health.
Our server came back to take our orders.
I selected the Santa Fe Chicken, a salad with Grilled chicken, Cheddar cheese, tomatoes, avocado, roasted red peppers, corn, black beans, baby spinach and romaine in a creamy lime salsa dressing, and topped with crispy tortilla strips.
Richard ordered the Fish and Chips. He had to be reminded he couldn’t get it, sadly. So he went for a Flamme.
I hesitated, apologized and informed our server that I had changed my mind: I would have the Fish and Chips, too.
Nevermind, I’ll have the California Chicken with a side Garden Salad. No Fish? No Chips, I thought.
The food arrived pretty fast, our dishes being simple enough.
The California Chicken is one of the six 3 Brewers signature sandwiches. At delivery time, the staffer called it the Chicken Burger, as it is what it looks like.
A grilled chicken breast, topped with Swiss cheese and house made guacamole, served on a toasted multigrain bun.
Not sure what is Californian about Swiss cheese, but there you have it.
Avocado, though, Californian for sure. Though considering the drought in California, that might become less of a truism.
Now, this is not a bad sandwich. The creamy guacamole is what makes it. Both pleasant and messy. However, the chicken breast was quite small, a little under seasoned. The tomatoes not being fully in season yet, were a bit pale but at least texturally sound. The Swiss cheese was slightly melted, melding into the mix.
The multigrain bun was fairly thick, of good quality, but the ratio of carb/protein was a bit off in my opinion.
Still, it made for a light sandwich, and with a side Garden Salad, I had a light lunch, as per my habit.
The Savoy opened about two years ago and has been a popular destination in Westboro. It is the brasserie-soeur of The Metropolitain. Owned by the same group, along with the Empire Grill and The Grand Pizzeria and Bar, it is located where the Westboro iconic, Moe’s World Famous Newport Restaurant (and Ottawa’s Elvis Sighting Society) was established for 25 years.
With big windows, high ceilings and ceramic floors, the spot has undergone significant renovations to become a French Brasserie. It also now showcases a mile-long zinc-topped bar. Large mirrors around the room make the space look even more spacious.
It was quiet during lunch time which made for a great, personalized and efficient service.
The menu is quite similar to The Met, but somewhat less expensive. Of course, The Savoy’s executive chef is Mike Poliquin – same as its brasserie-soeur, so the logic is the same. At lunch, you’ll find classics such as French Onion Soup, Beef or Salmon Tartare, Escargot Pernod, Moules et Frites, Niçoise Salad, Croque Monsieur and Croque Madame, Bouillabaisse, Steak Frites, Duck Confit and Beef Bourguignon. The raw bar features Oysters, Shrimp Cocktail and Ceviche.
Despite that, we ignored the regular menu and both went for one of the daily sandwich features, offered with a glass of house wine.
Today’s special was a Seafood Sandwich, with Scallops, Calamari, Lobster, Salmon and Halibut, served on a toasted roll and garnished with a remoulade and a red cabbage slaw.
How not to resist to the call of the sea?
This was a big sandwich. There was loads of seafood (loads!) and everything was cooked perfectly. Nothing chewy, which is always a danger with fried seafood. The breading was solidly attached to the pieces, making eating them pleasant.
They also sprinkled a bit of parsley for a hint of freshness. The remoulade was a good condiment for the sandwich – a healthy spread with a hint of acidity. Textural depth was offered by the slaw, fresh, crispy, not dripping with dressing.
To go with the sandwich, we could go for the soup of the day, a salad or French fries.
We ended up splitting the difference, as I selected the White Bean Soup while my friend went for half-salad, half fries.
When the plates arrived, it felt like she got a full portion of both.
The salad was simple, some frisée with cucumbers and tomatoes with a simple dressing.
The soup was deep, rich, creamy.
Lots of flavour levels with a tad of saltiness, it had a pleasant thick texture, this was not a simple consommé.
The soup, garnished with some cressons, was a warm and comforting concoction, perfect for this winter that never ends.
As you can imagine, it was very filling.
Even though I had resisted the French Fries in favour of “much more healthy” soup, I was allowed to sample them as my partner in crime forced me to indulge – there was simply too much for her.
The fries were not quite french frites, but they tasted very good.
They were crisp on the outside and very fluffy inside, and were salted properly. Solid fries.
Overall, this was a pleasant experience. You wouldn’t think you were in Paris, but the French-style atmosphere was certainly felt.
I had heard complaints of slow service and loudness, but neither was to be found today.
On the contrary, it was a relaxing – and delicious – lunch.
Contrary to our layover on our way to Phoenix which lasted about 20 minutes while running through terminals, we had about two hours at the Philadelphia airport on our way back home. This meant we would be able to get some lunch and hopefully relax a little.
We had to take the shuttle from Terminal A to Terminal F. Terminal F at the Philadelphia airport is for small commuter flights and has recently been renovated. The chief benefit is, apparently, better food options. Once you get off the shuttle and enter Terminal F, you are faced with two general options: either choose one of the spots in the Food Court (From left to right: Sbarro, Far East, Smash Burger, Red Mango, Philly Pretzel Factory, Le Bus Café, Chipotle, Tony Luke’s, Au Bon Pain) or sit down in something that looks like an actual restaurant, the Local Tavern. And that’s where we ended up.
The Local Tavern is meant to be the upscale option for travellers. Local chef Jose Garces created the menu.
There are iPads at each seat. The Tavern is designed to feel modern and hip. You can see a multitude of bar taps behind the counter, and the kitchen is open concept.
The restaurant is not as brightly lit as the food court, and the open kitchen is humming behind, sometimes even covering the noise of the different airport alarms and announcements one can hear. One particular door seemed to be ringing constantly, loudly, and didn’t seem happy.
The menu is on the Ipads and you use the tablet to order. Local claims you will be served in 15 minutes or less, a targeted message to travellers in a hurry stating that they’ll be out the door in reasonable time.
Since you pay right when ordering, you eat and go. That said, since you have to pay ahead you also have have to tip ahead of time. The user interface gives 18% as the default – I’m not a big fan of tipping ahead of time, I admit.
Staff helpfully showed us how to navigate through the different pages – it is a bit of a pain to do so. Still, we managed to select our food and drinks. The beer list is incredible for an airport bar, over 60 on tap. I ordered a pint of Yard’s Brawler, always keen to try local brews. Mel went with a Yuengling.
Sadly, when the wait staff came over with our drinks, they announced that they were out of Brawler. I asked them to bring me another local equivalent, not wanting to waste more time going through the menu. They ended up bringing me a Yuengling. How original. Certainly, it is not local, and it is not equivalent, as they had to give me 2$ back – something I had to flag with surgical precision.
We thought we would have a bit of a quiet time, with kids enjoying their own iPads and not fighting over the one we own. Locals helpfully allows users to surf the Internet, watch some videos, check the weather and even register your flight so you can get updates right at your seat. How helpful! But there is a catch: after a few minutes of not being played with, the iPad asks you if you need more time. If you are distracted at that moment and you miss it, the iPad goes dormant and you have to start all over again. Not very helpful if you are trying to eat at the same time, defeating the whole purpose of registering your flight. So we had to reset the kids video a few times during the period we were there.
The food did arrive promptly.
Both kids had ordered the chicken filets with fries. Even though it was ordered from the kids’ menu, it was served in a hot skillet. That needs to be rethought, I would argue.
The chicken had a tasty breading, a tad salty, nicely crunchy; and the filets, from the breast, were quite tender.
The kids seemed to like them, but they liked the fries better. I’m not sure why, they were a little too salty and were not very fluffy.
And, of course, we had to remind the kids to eat and not just focus on Paw Patrol and Mickey Mouse.
Mel went with the Grilled Chicken Sandwich.
An organic chicken breast, topped with cheese and bacon, garnished with a slice of tomato and a leaf of lettuce, served on a toasted bun.
The produce were fresh but were sadly set on the top bun.
On the bottom bun, a nice, thick grilled chicken breast. The meat was a on the overdone side, and was a little dry unfortunately.
On top of the breast, melted cheese and two slices of bacon. Once again, it looked kind of sad. I do get that they are working quick to get the food out, but it wouldn’t take too much time to work on the presentation a little.
The sandwich itself was bland and boring. It could have used a spicy mayo or something.
For my part, since I was in Philadelphia, I decided that I had no choice but to opt for the classic Philly Cheesesteak.
I didn’t regret going down that road.
The meat, thin-cut prime rib from Pat LaFrieda, http://www.lafrieda.com/, the great meat purveyor established in Brooklyn in 1922, was tender, meaty, juicy and delicious. Fried onions were adding a hint of sweetness and pungency to the mix.
As a cheese, I had to choose between Cheese Whiz, Cheddar or Provolone. You won’t be surprised that I went with the Italian – of course, it being the original cheese for this Son of Philadelphia.
I double guessed my choice of Provolone, however. Since it is the better cheese, they probably go easy on it: I thought there could have been more, as a lot of it seemed to have simply evaporated! I mean, you want your cheesesteak to be cheesy – that’s the whole point! That said, flavor wise, I liked the sharpness provided by the Provolone.
I had asked for my cheesesteak to be served “hoagie style”, with tomatoes and lettuce, because we all need our vegetables.
All of it was served on a tasty long soft roll, slightly salted and with a little bit of corn meal on the bottom for extra crunch. Very nice.
Of all the things we were served at the Local Tavern, this was definitely the highlight.
I would have ordered another beer, but since we had already paid, and didn’t feel like going through that process again, I abstained. That said, the staff was nice and personable, and helpful whenever needed. I like the idea of the iPad, but the interface could be simpler and if you have questions, well, at least they still have staff to answer them! The place is overpriced, but hey, it’s an airport!
It being Valentine’s Day, we had a kids-free day to visit the Copper State. We toyed with the idea of going to Tucson or to try to make the trek to the Grand Canyon, but in the end we decided that our destination was going to be Sedona, which had been highly recommended by family and friends alike.
The 2 hour drive from Phoenix to Sedona is spectacular at times, but it got crowded on the 179 as we got closer to Sedona. In the middle of town, it was rush hour at the noon hour!
Centrally located in the heart of Uptown Sedona, Taos Cantina is equipped with a large street side patio and boasts about red rock views. We couldn’t sit there as it was packed, but that suited me fine – not a big fan of eating between idling cars. Unless it’s in Buffalo.
There was lots of room inside, and, as it turns out, a patio on the back. No views because of the high walls, which seems like an odd choice, but sitll, we settled outside, shaded by large yellow umbrellas from the Desert Sun.
Taos Cantina’s menu, you guessed it, is all about Southwestern and Mexican cuisine. Our waiter Zach went through the options: Quesadilla, Ceviche, Nachos, Taquitos, Chimichanga, Burrito, Tacos, Enchiladas, Tamales, Fajitas and so on. They also have an “American Menu”, which we didn’t even look at. Zach also tried to sell us their “Surf and Turf” special by raving about that Lobster from Canada. Ya, not coming to Arizona for Canadian Lobster!
But first things first. It was hot, and we needed to be refreshed. Mel wanted something light, so we ordered a pitcher of Pacifico ($19).
But something happen between our order and the bar. The barmaid came out and delivered the beer to us: “You guys are sharing a pint?” she asked as she delivered the beer in two half-filled pint glasses. “Huh? We are sharing a pitcher…” I stated, confused. A look of bewilderment on her face, she turned around with the two half-filled pint glasses. Zach soon came out with our Pitcher of Pacifico, apologizing profusely for their confusion. He seemed to understand the difference between a pitcher and a beer and claimed he had never seen this happen before. Yeah, that was weird! Do people actually do that? Split a pint?
To start, we ordered the Chili Con Queso ($8). We hoped that it wouldn’t be the usual nacho sauce, but something better for that price. And it was!
This creamy cheese dip was made with Onions, Tomatoes and Mild Jalepeño. It was rich, powerful but not aggressive, quite enjoyable. It was finished with a sprinkle of Cotija, adding even more of a salty, sharp edge to the salty cheese dip. It was served with a huge basket of fresh chips.
We worked at it while sharing our pitcher of Pacifico. This stuff was dangeroulsy addictive and when we soon finished the small bowl of Chili Con Queso, we had tons of chips left.
Thankfully, Zach had already offered to bring us some salsa if we were to ran out. (Keep in mind that, usually, bottomless chips and salsa are going for $5.) I asked for the spicy one, which was made with fresh Tomatillos and Jalepeño peppers. The dark green salsa was zingy and zesty, quite delicious. Well made.
As for our main, the menu was typical, as I said. So as usual, Mel went for the Enchiladas ($17), which Taos claim is a signature dish. And as usual, she went with the pulled chicken. And as usual, she used her charms to get both the Red and the Green Sauce.
The dish looked very appetizing.
Two rolled corn tortillas tightly rolled with Monterey Jack cheese and pulled chicken. Topped with more cheese and some extra chicken. Smothered with the Red and Green beautifully and garnished with a coarse Pico de Gallo.
“Both sauces are good,” said Mel, “but the green is much better.” She had a point. The chicken was nice and tender, the Pico de Gallo fresh and tasty. There could have been more cheese, but overall well executed and presented.
I decided to order the Tamales ($18). Zach recommended that I go with the Chicken. “The subtle flavours from the husk come out beautifully to marry the chicken,” he said. I half-listened and asked for one chicken, one beef.
Tamales are made with Masa, a soft dough usually made with corn and vegetable shortening. Taos’ Tamales are made with care, wrapped in corn husks before being steamed. They were covered with (lots of) melted Monterey Jack Cheese, Pico de Gallo and a Red Chili Adobe Sauce. Oddly, the Tamales also came garnished with a very small side salad.
The masa, moist and tender, did indeed go well with the shredded chicken. Very nicely balanced, everything belonging. The beef stood out a little more, but it worked too. It was a little more spicy, still quite tender. The Red Chili Adobe Sauce was good, but I thought it needed more heat, so I used some of the green salsa to help it a little.
Both dishes were served with bottomless bowls of Spanish Rice and refried Black Beans.
Fine renditions, beautiful colours, nice finishing touches. But we couldn’t even finish the first serving.
We did enjoy our lunch at Taos’ Cantina. Zach was a good server who seemed to care about giving a good service, while having a good sense of humour.
The food was good, the portions were big (except for the Chili Con Queso) but since it is a bit of a tourist trap on Sedona’s main drag, it was definitely overpriced.
I guess someone has to pay for the view! (Even if you don’t get it!)
Founded in 1934, The Prescott was one of Ottawa’s two original licensed drinking establishments, The Lafayette being the other.
Located in Ottawa’s little Italy, the business started as a corner store with founder Antonio Disipio making his own sausages and serving cheap beer.
The Prescott Hotel was named as such in 1941 because the hotel was the last building on the highway to Prescott, a town 65 miles away, hence it’s nickname, “The Last Chance”.
The spot is spacious and can accommodate a lot of people. It regularly hosts live bands and acts from the Ottawa area.
The three telephone booths are still in place, labeled French, English and Italian in order to facilitate access for customers.
This old school tavern is still popular after all these years, people gathering to watch a game, have a pint and grab some grub.
And that’s what 8 of us were doing this Friday night, as we held an important planning meeting ahead of the 11th annual Eh! Bay Invitational Golf Tournament.
We ordered a few quarts, but nobody asked for the menu, as everybody knows that when you are at the “P”, you order one of two things:
The Meatball or the Pizza.
Prescott’s Pizza is square and delicious. It comes in 5 different formats and is available in eight different combinations. The most popular is the Dewie, with Pepperoni, bacon, green peppers, mushrooms,onions and green or black olives.
But the Meatball smothered in meat sauce is THE classic at The Prescott.
You can get the Original Meatball Sandwich for $6.25, get it in the Platter version for $10.25. If you are more of a light eater, the light version is a Meatball in a Bowl for $5.75. If one sandwich is not enough, you can get 3 Prescott Sliders with coleslaw on the side for $7.99.
But the real deal is The Cadillac.
Their famous meatball sandwich with melted brick cheese, smothered with their signature meat sauce. At $8.25, it is more of a luxury and definitely more comfortable than the Original.
And The Cadillac is what we all ordered. Except for Dave, who opted for the Clubhouse. His loss, considering how long it took him to eat it.
But the Meatball Sandwiches were engulfed, and quickly.
The base of the sandwich is a simple, industrial, classic, soft, white bread.
Between two slices, a quarter pound beef meatball. Tender, lightly seasoned, meaty.
To complete the dish, a classic homemade meat sauce. That’s right, we have a meat sandwich smothered with meat!
The sauce was delicious. Fairly sweet, with tomatoes and carrots as a base. It is reminiscent of a deluxe version of Chef Boyardee’s sauce. No, really! It has a nice, thick texture, lots of meat. Lots of consumers regularly ask for extra sauce.
I generously sprinkled grated parmesan and red pepper flakes and dug in. The goey cheese poured out the sandwich, mixing in with the sauce for more creaminess. My sandwich was warm, but Ken did point out that his was kind of cold. Tough luck!
This sandwich is strangely comforting, quite filling and deliciously addictive. I could have had one more!
No wonder this has been on the menu forever. And on the menu it shall remain.
It being the eve to the eve of Christmas eve, I accepted the invitation of an old friend to go for lunch. I decided I could phone it in if needed. Rob let me chose the venue, and I wanted to try a new spot so I selected Fauna.
After two years of struggles, Fauna opened it’s doors last summer in a former shoe shop on Bank, south of Gladstone, across from the Whalesbone Oyster House. Chef Jon Svazas and his partner Kate, trying to keep people interested and intrigued, informed prospective customers that the restaurant would be “opening soon” to “opening slowly”.
Fauna wanted to take the concept of using sustainable and local products into the decor as well. Linebox Studios designed the interior space; Montreal’s Interversion made all of the tables and banquettes; the Modern Shop on Sussex helped with the lights and downstairs tables; a Modern Space on Wellington took care of the chairs and bar stools; Gusto Metalworks who built the beautiful Zinc bar and Le Collectif Design was in charge of the branding.
The result is sharp. A handsome mix of brick, wood and metal, giving the place a modern look with a classic feel. Fauna seats about 60, but when we got there it was pretty quiet. Still, the host squeezed us in between two occupied tables, quite close together. Lots of natural light comes through the big windows looking onto Bank.
We looked at their lunch menu. Usually, it consists of small plates meant to share, and they recommend between three or four plates per person. But you can always go on your own, which is probably what they believe for lunch as well, considering the offer. Their daily special was a Duck Confit Sandwich with Pork Belly, and we both decided that it sounded good enough to deserve an order each.
The sandwich looked spectacular.
A nice soft bun, with toasted sesame seeds. Delicate duck. Luxurious kale. Decadent pork belly. A colourful slice of watermelon radish. Creamy mushrooms. Served with a side of mixed greens.
The dish was served on a black ardoise instead of a plate. Fun.
First, let me deal with the weak part of the dish. We both agreed that the side salad, a mixed of baby green leaves, was uninspired and uninspiring. The dressing seemed a pretty basic oil and citrus melange, and there was nothing else to bring the salad to life. Not that it was bad, but it seemed like they could have done much better.
Or perhaps the decision was that nothing could withstand being the sidekick to their sandwich?
Because that sandwich was delicious. At first bite, it was incredibly juicy, dripping and splashing all over the ardoise. The rich duck confit was not overpowered by the braised pork belly. In support, the kale and the creamy mushrooms rounded up the earthy flavours. To bring a hint of freshness to it all, a couple of thin slices of watermelon radish. A bold choice, this radish is surprisingly sweet, and not as peppery as many other kinds. It is usually about the size of a softball, which made the slices fit the bun rather nicely.
I admit I could have eaten another one.
Which is why I had a look at the dessert menu: a flourless chocolate cake, the squash sticky toffee and an almond cake.
I wasn’t tempted by anything, and neither was Rob. But, for sure, that sandwich will make me come back to Fauna.
Guests will be treated to endless hors d’oeuvres and enjoy live motown music by the Lionyls while enjoying 70s inspired cocktails and of course, scotchy, scotch scotch!
Proceeds from this fantastic event will be going to Movember Canada.
Event tickets are $45.00 and it promises to be not just a great night, but an American night.
The Waffle is kind of a big deal.
People know me.
Which is why The Waffle, in collaboration with Knock on Wood, is offering a pair of tickets for the event.
Yes, I would like to extend to you an invitation to the pants party!
In order to win the coveted pair and join me at Steak Modern, you must be the first one to answer the following question in the comment section:
There is something that Ron Burgundy finds delicious, but filing. What is it and where and when did The Waffle review this dish for the first time?
Good luck, and you stay classy, Waffler Nation!
Update 2014/11/16 @ 11:59
And we have a winner – Zach Schowalter got the correct answer first, beating Michael Coonnolly by 14 minutes. Congratulations!
After our pilgrimage to Quebec City, it was time to hit the road to go home. Our trek would include a random lunch stop, whenever the kids would be hungry. This time around, we were getting to Trois-Rivières when the decision was made to stop.
Mrs. Waffle decreed that McDonald’s and “things like that” weren’t an option. Well then. The first restaurant advertising I spotted was for Normandin and I elected to go there.
We hadn’t been to a Normandin since our last breakfast of 2012 so I was kind of looking forward to it, actually. They make decent pizza and their spaghetti sauce is pretty good. You can also get sanwiches, salads, burgers, chicken, fish and a variety of other dishes. Nothing fancy, all comfort food – although they sometimes experiment with strange combinations.
Like today’s main advertised feature, the General Tao Imperial pizza.
But, sometimes they make traditional Quebec seasonal dishes, with a lot of success. All that to say that, it being fall, it is the season of the snow geese’s migration.
When I saw it on the promotional table for the occasion, Normandin is bringing back their famous Goose Pie. Goose has a rich flavour, closer to duck than to turkey. It will be available until January 4th, 2015.
My choice was made. Even though I couldn’t take advantage of the lunch formula (it being Thanksgiving), and thinking that the Table d’Hôte would have been too much for lunch, it was still imperative that I try it.
The 5 of us ordered our food. Mrs. Waffle picked the pizza-ghetti, the Waffle Jr. went for the mini-pogo and fries (with ketchup!), the Mini-Waffle and Jean-Paul selected the filet of fish, in kid and grown-up format respectively. Then we proceeded to wait. Thankfully, to appease our kids’ appetite, Normandin’s kids menu comes with a platter of veggies and dip, on which they munched while we waited.
And this Thanksgiving week-end was no different. After a morning shopping at Les Galeries de la Capitale, we made our way to Chez Ashton on 1st Avenue for lunch.
It might have been the influence of the Waffle Jr., or it might have been the picture, but I ended up ordering a regular poutine with sausage. “Poutine régulière, spécial saucisses!” the cashier announced in her microphone.
Ashton has 3 formats of Poutine. Small, Medium and Large would make sense. Nope: Bébé, Mini and Régulière. Go figure.
Quickly, the tray was filled with our orders and we made our way to a quiet corner of the location. The poutine saucisse would not resist our assault!
Ashton’s fries are really what makes me come back, I think. The potatoes they use are from l’Île d’Orléans and freshly cut by hand every day. The gravy is a brown sauce, a tad thick, not too salty. Quite good. Once again, the cheese curds were fantastic – fresh from la Fromagerie Côte-de-Beaupré, great moisture level and a good “squeek-squeek”. They did not skimp on the cheese, as you can see.
On the sausage side? Yeah, the portion isn`t great. It seems that no matter the size of the poutine you order, the sausage remains the same size and they add only one more, it seems. Bigger than a regular hot dog frank, it is sliced then grilled on the flat top. These had significant char marks, a little much even. I guess It made for an interesting texture contrast, and flavourwise, the sausage was pretty good.
Not disapointed by Ashton, though. Rarely am.
The Waffle has learned that a new restaurant will soon open in Chelsea, at the corner of the 105 and Old Chelsea Road: the Bistro Manchester.
Chelsea’s food scene has been thriving lately. L’Orée du Bois and Les Fougères are great tables, and the arrival of Mama Theresa was a welcomed addition to the food scene, which includes familiar spots such as De Luigi, Chelsea Shawarma, the Chelsea Pub and the Chelsea Smokehouse’s Le Resto.
Behind the Manchester’s food offering will be the team from Routine Poutine in Gatineau, who admitted as much on Facebook.
The Bistro Manchester scheduled opening date is in mid-October.
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