Wednesday, September 2, 2009

The Malta drink experiment

Alcohol consumption in Malta is low compared to the rest of Europe. In fact, this study from the World Advertising Research Centre shows that alcohol consumption per capita is only one third of that of Luxemburg, the Czech Republic and Hungary.  Only the Swedes seem to drink less than the Maltese. The Malta government’s own figures show that 36 % of the adult population drinks alcohol at least once a week.
This goes up to 60.2 per cent for people aged between 18 to 24. Beer accounts for around half of the total alcohol consumption, whilst wine accounts for a third.

The beer market is controlled mostly by Simonds Farsons Cisk, which was founded in 1928.  Cisk is the flagship brand, with two spin-offs, the Cisk Export and the Cisk Excel.  Farsons also offers the Blue Label, the Hopleaf, the Lacto, and the Strong Ale.  They also have a Traditionnal Shandy, and they brew under license Skol and Carlsberg.  They are also in charge of most Imports and also control the soft drink market.

THIS AIN’T A CISK KEBAB

Here is the first drink we bought upon our arrival in Malta.  We had to go with the “National” beer, a Cisk.  A lager, it is fresh, crisp, rewarding.   It was selected as the World’s Best Standard Lager in 2007 by Beers of the World. It quickly became Melissa’s beer of choice in Malta, while I was a little more adventurous.  Our first Cisk was enjoyed in the Upper Barracca Gardens on our first full day in Valetta.

MALTA’S GOT NO SOUR GRAPES

Most Maltese Wines are quite young, especially if the grapes are grown in Malta. (They import a lot from Sicily and other parts of Italy.)  A few vineyards are trying hard however to establish some quality products, 100% Maltese wine, but it is a challenge. Since the vines are still young, the quality varies a lot  and even locals tend to prefer Italian wines.
Our first lunch at Cocopazzo was chased down with a bottle of white from Medina Vineyard.  The ancient walled capital of Mdina passed from a vibrant, lively place to a sleepy “city of silence” when Valletta was founded by the Knights.  The Medina Vineyards collection of wines is produced from grapes grown all over the island but predominately from those grown in the surrounding area beneath the majestic silent city. The wine was fresh and fruity, and was not too bad with our fish dishes.  It
was, however, too weak for the ravioli.

WHEN POP GOES LOCAL

We had our first - and only - Kinnie while waiting for the Marsamxett Harbour Ferry.  Farsons developed Kinnie as an alternative to the American Cola giants and other soft drinks who were building huge market shares in Europe after WWII, and it became Malta’s “National” soft drink.  Kinnie’s colour is a dark amber orange.  It is made from bitter oranges and a blend of herbs.  It’s taste, in my opinion, is not very good.  Think Jägermeister without alcohol.

A BEER UNDER THE SUN

After another day under the baking sun, we decided to stop for a refreshment at a cafe on the Piazza Regina, at the corner of Republic and St.Lucia’s Steet.  Melissa decided to stick with Cisk, but I decided to go for the Blue Label, which is a stronger ale. It was one of the first beers launched by Farsons, back in 1928. The Blue Label has a nutty flavour, with a nice mild bitter finish. The drinkability level is not as high as Cisk, in fact, most locals consider this a “dark” beer, although by all standards it is only of a  slightly amber, light bronze colour.

PLEASE DON’T STOUT ME!

In the Grotto Tavern,  I was able to sample Farsons’ Stout, the Lacto. A Milk Stout, it has the usual touch of sweetness you expect in that style of beer. A nice dark chocolaty brown body, with a light chocolate milk-like head on top. It has a silky smooth texture and next to no carbonation. Smoky roasted grain is the main aroma coming through, and you can taste it too.

I had a couple with my meal, and since it was fairly low in alcohol, I didn’t feel guitly at all. (3.8% abv)  It was, however, not easy to find elsewhere and this was the first time I had seen it available.

C’EST LA LUTTE FINALE!  GROUPONS-NOUS, ET DEMAIN…

I have got to admit that I had not seen such a concept before, and do not know why we haven’t thought of it here.  Party offices with a bar where activists, supporters and members can quench their thirst while supporting Social Justice.  Genius! The Partit Laburista has a few establishments across the country, and in Valletta (above, left ) they proudly invite tourists to come in!

The MLP lost the 2008 General Election to the Christian Democratic Nationalist Party by one seat, 34 seats vs 35. The Nationalists also have some establishments.

So we walked in the Malta Labour Party headquarters, a prime location on Republic Street. Pictures of the workers’ struggle in Malta greeted us, along with portraits of the leaders over the years. This was no ordinary tourist trap. The menu, for one, was not particularly appealing:

But they had a fully stocked bar, and we took the opportunity to try the Cisk Excel. The place was not very busy - this was the end of the afternoon, and a few blue collars were occupying the tables at the back of the bar. The tv was loud, folks were watching what is no doubt a popular soap opera in Malta. Not the same atmosphere this guy faced. Maltese is a tough language, near-impossible to learn, so I quickly lost interest in the TV and decided to focus on my beer - and on the extraordinary stuff on the wall, from paper clippings to plaques to pictures.

The Cisk Excel is a Low carbohydrate beer. A very pale yellow color with a very clean, white foam. Quite creamy. The Excel is lighter than the Cisk. Balanced and boring is how I would characterize it. The low carbonation make this beer easy to drink, no aftertaste, no nuisance. But I’d rather stick with the real stuff.

We left, wondering when the New Democratic Party will open its own bar in downtown Ottawa.

BEER, BEER, BEER!

To complete this review, let me point out to a few other beers we enjoyed.  The Lander Bräu is imported from Italy, although it originates from Holland and is meant to be a Czech pilsner.  A pale yellow colour, small white head. Some awkward sweetness, with malt and hop hints. Boring and quite unbalanced.   The Hopleaf Pale Ale, like the Blue Label, is one of Farsons’ classic brew from 1928.  A slightly dark copper colour under a finger white head with and decent retention.  A sweet hop nose, with a subtle tangy flavour.  A bit heavy in carbonation, it tasted very nice, with ample fruits (apricot?) and not a lot of bitterness. Enticing beer, again harder to find in corner stores. A nice brew though.  We also enjoyed some Skol, brewed here under license by Farson’s.  I had first enjoyed Skol in Guinea.

IT’S A GOOD THING ITALY IS NOT FAR

When it comes to wine, even though we did find a few good local Maltese wines here and there, but they could not compete with their Italian counterparts.  Not that the local bottles were offensive, but Malta does not have yet the conditions to produce top-of-the-line wine.  Prices were reasonable, although not as cheap as France or Belgium. Some South African wines were also easily accessible, but it was much harder to find French wines, let alone South American or Australian wines.

But, by all accounts, local vineyards are improving, and have made significant steps in the past decade.  You can taste the youth and impetuosity in the products of the most ambitious producers, but most of the local winemakers are gambling on drinkability, avoiding complexity in order to distribute their merchandise now.

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Dinning with a view

One of the great things about our trip to Malta was our apartment.  Located in Valletta on Old Theatre Lane, it had a great view of the Marsamxett harbour and a well equipped kitchen.  So we were able to save money while having romantic dinners, relaxing and enjoying the views that were offered to us.

Mel loves pasta, and I was happy to oblige. Here, I made Spaghetti with a very simple tomato-basil sauce. On the side, bread with a cheddar gratin. To accompany our meal, we had a bottle of Corvo Vendemmia 2006, a very nice wine from Sicily, smooth and light in tanin.

In the background, Manoel Island and its Fort, which was built in the XVIII century and was a strong defensive position all the way to World War II, when anti-aircraft guns were deployed in and around the fort.

Another Spaghetti dish, this time I decided to be more creative. I first roasted some garlic in olive oil, then added some lardon. When everything was nicely golden, I tossed in some oregano and bits of Ġbejniet. Ġbejniet is a cheese, originating from Gozo. When you buy it, it looks like a ball of Mozzarella. Made from sheep milk, but originally from goat milk, it has a smooth texture and a subtle, creamy flavour. I was hoping it would melt a little like Mozzarella, but it remained much firmer. A bottle of Medina Sangiovese was the wine du jour. Very soft tannins, but a little acidic. It did worked with the dish, however.

Malta is a very Catholic country, and they take their Saints very seriously. Our stay began a few days before the Feast of St. Julian. So every night in the leadup to the feast, there were fireworks, from two, sometimes three different locations. Every night. And on the Saturday before the feast, the spectacle lasted for well over two hours.

For this meal, even though I decided to stick with pasta, I mixed it up a bit, going for penne this time.  The sauce is a tomato-chili base, with garlic and oregano.  I topped the dish with lardons and fresh green peppers.  Vegetables were easy to find in Valletta, and all kinds of little outlets were offering them in fairly wide varieties.

We enjoyed our penne with a bottle of Cape Quarter, a Shiraz Pinotage from South Africa, as the sun was setting on the islands and numerous boats were coming back to  the harbour. I had never had a South African wine before, and this one was quite pleasant, lots of dark berry flavours including blackcurrant.

Right in front of the Grand Master’s Palace is Valletta’s covered market, the Is-Suq, which has various stands and stalls where you will find fresh vegetables, fish, groceries, meat, herbs and spices.  It is quite busy in the morning, as is the rest of merchant street.  However, the longer you wait, the less merchants there are .  We wandered there a few times, especially when we were craving meat. We got two huge steaks - the Suq’s butcher basically had half a cow on the counter, and asked us how thick.

I cooked the meat in olive oil, adding just a few spices as I wanted to maximize the pure meat flavour.  Then, I reserved it, and caramalized some shallots and garlic in the jus. When that was done, I deglazed with some red wine.  The meat was not the most tender I have ever eaten, but the meat was oh! so fresh.  Obviously, they had not aged it 30 days here, and the taste was very powerful.  On the side, we have yellow courgettes, baked with fresh tomatoes, herbs, and finished with a blend of fresh cheese.

The view at night was spectacular.  The lights from the more modern buildings and hotels from Sliema were reflecting on the water, making our dinner even more enjoyable.  The wine, a Bacchus Cabernet Sauvignon 2007, was bold enough to go well with our meat, but again, this Maltese Winery can only improve with time.

One could think we would have gotten tired of pasta, but the atmosphere just was right for more and more.  With cheese bread on the side, it was simple enough not to take too much time, but I could find a twist everyday to make every meal very different.   This time, I picked three fresh maltese sausages.  Maltese sausage are made from minced pork, mixed with spices and herbs. They are air cured and are often served and eaten raw. Melissa was unpleasantly surprised when she was served some with a platter of Maltese Antipasto at Giannni - but I personally didn’t mind it, though the texture is somewhat strange. So I fried them slowly, sliced them, and served them with penne and a spicy tomato sauce.  Fried like that, they were quite tasty, but gone was the mushy raw meat texture.  And Mel was happy, so much so that she didn’t realize they were the same.  In fact she stated that this was the best pasta meal I made in Malta, and thankfully I made them before our escapade to Sicily.

We had a bottle of Rosso di Puglia with this meal, a solid, full bodied Italian wine. We finished it under one of the most spectacular sunsets yet, where pink and red colours were brought out by the clouds, which were present more than normal. Just spectacular.

We usually had lunch away from home, but from time to time we would have a light lunch at the appartment. Or sometimes, we would come back early from an afternoon of touristing, and we would put together a nice snack platter.  Cured meats and cheese are easily available in Malta, lots of varieties, some local made, some imported, but everything very fresh.  Add to that a fresh bunch of grapes, a cool bottle of white wine, (and, quite frankly, very cool AC!!) and there you have it! A Maltese snack at its best. We would eat slowly, enjoying the different flavours, the spices, the aromas, the textures, while looking at the ferry go back and forth in the harbour…


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Saturday, May 16, 2009

The Grand Disaster

We went to the ByWard Market, wandering and wondering where to go for dinner.  Buskers were performing on the William Street Mall, and the laughter and applause from the crowd attracted our attention to the area.  That is when we noticed that Oregano’s successor was finally open.

Oregano’s Pasta Market had been there for almost 30 years, and was very popular with tourists, with its red-and-white checkered table cloths, and its inoffensive if uninspired Italian comfort food cuisine.  I did enjoy Oregano’s lasagna, I admit.  

But the owners of the popular Empire Grill and Metropolitain (I talked about the Met here and here) wanted to expand their branché empire in the Market, and they took over Oregano’s lease in August. Nine months letter, Gary Thompson, John Borsten and Dave Mangano gave birth to their new baby: The Grand.   Appartently, they named the baby in honour of The Grand Hotel, which was the original occupant, in the late 1800s. 

We walked in around 7:30PM, and unbeknownst to us, tonight was opening night for The Grand.  So we walked in, and were told a table for two would be ready in 5 or 10 minutes.  There was room at the bar, so we decided to have a beer while waiting.

The Grand has an interesting if limited beer selection.  The usual Stella Artois, Grolsch, and pretty much everything the Mill Street Brewery has to offer.  I ordered a Tankhouse ale (reviewed here) and was flabbergasted when the barmaid pulled a pitcher from under the counter to fill up my pint.  I must have looked aghast, because she asked after noticing I was starring at my pint if I minded.  ”I’ll give it a try,” I enunciated, stunned and not wanting to waste beer.  But at 7.40$ a pint, you should expect better.  Strike one.

Melissa ordered a Mill St. Organic Ale, a very light and crisp lager.  She was very disappointed by the quality of the pour - the pint arrived with a 2 inch head.  The attendee was a newbie and clearly had not mastered the art of pouring a beer from a tap.  Strike two. 

Mel was wondering aloud if she should ask for a top-up, as the head was quickly disappearing and leaving a 5/6th of a pint in the glass.  I told her to drop it.  Huge mistake:  the beer suddenly splashed all over the counter, all over her, and a tad bit on myself.  I thought she had actually dropped it, when I realized that she was still holding the top half! The friggin’ glass had litterally BROKEN IN HALF!!!  Strike Three.   

Drenched in beer, stunned, and still holding the glass, Mel was in shock.  So were the people sharing the counter with us.  ”Is this your first date?” a worried mustache-wearing man asked.  Mel went to the washroom to clean up and dry herself (no mirrors in there yet), and the staff replaced her pint with a fresh one, which, I might add, was a much better pour.  Perhaps we should have left then, but we were hungry, and our table was ready.  So we stuck with it, and left the bar.  A barman told me not to worry about the beers.

We sat at our table - a two-seater, in a corner.  Mel had a view - the George Street patio, empty despite the line-up now forming at the door.  I asked, and apparently, they were a bit overwhelmed and decided to close it in order to handle the customers properly.  For the record, the restaurant can hold about 150 inside and perhaps another 150 outside.  

I also had a view - the computer and the total chaos surrounding it.  Servers were just piling up there to punch in orders (turns out some of the server’s handheld device were not working properly) and print bills, and some of them appeared confused by the software.  Mayhem would ensue, and, at times, up to 10 servers, and the manager, would pile up in the area, basically surrounding us and mostly squeezing Mel further in her corner.  But she had a view.  And so did I, which made it easy to notice the staff’s dress code:  blue jeans, black top, red accessories.  

 

We looked at the menu, which is minimal and shows a willingness to do little, but to do it well.  So far, it had not been so Grand, but perhaps things would turn around at this point?  Italian cured meats and cheese, antipasti, salads, pannini (lunch only), pasta and pizza. 

We decided to go with a starter, and after hesitating between the grilled and the fried calamari, my arguments for a healthier selection prevailed and we went for the grilled ones. 

Now, this was well done.  The calamari were fresh, tender, drizzled with oil and hot pepper flakes.  It was also a very nice portion, with a good mix of body and tentacles.

For a main, Melissa ordered the Papardelle alla Simi.  Tomato sauce (they use 100% San Marzano DOP certified - considered the best of the best tomatoes by many), cherry tomatoes, fresh ricotta, parmigiano, sausage and basil.  

I went for The Grand pizza.  If you name it after your restaurant, it has to be the best you can offer, in my opinion.  Tomato sauce, mozzarella, scamorza (which is basically smoked mozarella), fresh basil and prosciutto di parma. 

Melissa’s dish arrived before my pizza.  Unfortunately for Melissa, it was the wrong dish.  They had brought the Papardelle a Casa, with mushrooms and black olives - not something she would order. Ever. Strike one.   She returned it.  Our friendly server, Brenda, came back with the menu, stating that what was brought was indeed what was ordered.  Melissa showed the item in the menu, and Brenda realized that there had been in fact a mistake.

My pizza arrived 15 minutes later.  We had been warned that there was a bit of delay for the pizzas, despite the brand new, state of the art, metallic wood oven.  The Grand is going for the Napoletana style pizza.  They will try to get certified from the Associazione Verace Pizza Napoletana,  the official non-profit association whose goal is to safeguard and promote the culture of the real Neapolitan pizza worldwide.  The specifications are numerous, but the basics are that the dough must be made with hand pressed Italian flour, the sauce is made with Italian tomatoes and is spread thinly on the pie in a spiral motion, and the mozzarella has to be made from water buffalo produced in the region between Naples and Rome.

Melissa’s dish arrived about 5 minutes after my pizza.  Melissa didn’t say a word, just pointed at the dish.  ”Oh my God!” said Branda, taking the Parpadelle a Casa back once again.  Strike two

So we shared the pizza while waiting for her Parpadelle.  The Grand is going all-out on authenticity - the pizza is not even pre-sliced.  The cheese combination was very tasty, nicely caramelized.  The subtle smokiness of the scarmoza is present, but not over-powering.  The prosciutto was of a nice quality, but could be sliced a tad bit thicker to make it easier to slice the pizza.  As for the basil, I do not know why they bother listing it as an ingredient ahead of the prosciutto.  Nevertheless, it is a minor problem and the end-result was very good, if you like this style of pizza as opposed to the american-style.  Drizzled with the flavored olive oil, it was quite enjoyable.

Mel’s dish finally arrived after another 10 minutes, and it was a homerun.

“This is the best pasta I’ve ever had in Ottawa,” she categorically stated.  Their pastas are made daily, with fresh eggs, which explains the quality. They were cooked “al dente”, the texture was rich, the taste was deep, and the freshness of the tomatoes and the basil gave the dish a very refreshing balance to the mild italian sausage.  Well executed, but strangely there was little evidence of any actual tomato sauce as described in the menu.

With our meal, we slowly drank a bottle of Gabbiano Chianti 2007.  At 30$, it is one of the cheaper wine on The Grand’s wine list (most bottles are around 60$), the Gabbiano Chianti is an honest, down-to-earth wine from the Tuscan winery.  It is a simple wine, with some notes of dark berries and some cherry.  Some spice flavours too.  Not as dry as other Chianti, it did work well with our food. You can get it from the LCBO at 13.95$ or for 14.65$ at the SAQ.
The bill arrived, as I was pondering aloud the title for this post. A not so Grand opening, A Grand Disaster, The Grand Crashing…  Some of the waiting staff smiled approvingly when they heard me. That was the saving grace - despite everything that happened, the chaos and the problems, the staff, and especially Brenda, was very pleasant usually smiling and laughing.  The manager, on the other end, was sweating and stressing a little more in the face of all the problems arising.

On the bill, my Tankhouse was still there so I asked why, since I was told not to worry about the beers.  The manager explained to me what the barman meant by “beers”:  Mel’s first and second!  We proceeded to tell him about our entire evening, and he gave us some gift certificates for our next visit to make up for it.  Funnily enough, I had seen him distribute some earlier.  I wonder why… 

We ended up coughing 93.86$ before the tip for our excellent adventure.

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UPDATE 2009-05-16 9:49:59

Ottawa’s Omnivore has a more positive review.  He was there at 5 bells though, and I bet he was alone in the restaurant. We do learn from him that the pasta are made by Luciano’s Fine Prepared Foods on Preston Street.
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Friday, October 31, 2008

Plus près de Paris que nous pensons

We celebrated Gaby`s departure today at lunch, and we were very generous in letting her select the location. 

She decided that we would have lunch at the Métropolitain Brasserie because she is quite a fancy girl.    

Located at 700 Sussex, The Met is a relatively new favourite for politicos, journos and lobbyists of all types. They claim it is at the corner of Les Champs Élysées for marketing purposes, but you are soon reminded of where you are when you look down Rideau Street. The place was opened in 2005 by the owners of The Empire Grill, and has been trying to attract Hillites with specials such as The Hill Hour, from 4pm to 7pm on weekdays, where oysters, jumbo shrimp, mussels and othere appetizers are offered at decent price.  Oysters for instance can be had at 1$ a piece during the HH. 

As it was lobbyists were out in force today.  Folks from Hill and Knowlton and others from Earnscliffe were having a blast dissecting the new cabinet and how they were going to influence them on behalf of their clients.

I was craving a bloody ceasar, and ever since I tried it, I enjoy horseradish in them, so I got them to make me one with some in it.  It was simply great.

To start, we ordered two dozen oysters.  To be precise, we ordered 21 as Kevin only wanted one. The Métropolitain claims to have the largest raw bar in Ottawa.  We’ll give them the benefit of the doubt, I suppose. Today, the Met was offering Malpèques oysters. 

10 millions Malpèques oysters are harvested in P.E.I. every year.  They are certainly one of the finest oysters you can find.  They have a pleaseing appearance, are fairly easy to manipulate and therefore, to enjoy.

I prefer to eat oysters raw (they are actually still alive when you ingest them), and they are a good source of minerals and are low in fat.

The Met serves their oysters with an offering of four different garnishes: a traditional seafood sauce, a lemon mayo, a classic mignonette and horseradish. There is also plenty of lemon served on the platter. If they do not offer, feel free to ask for tabasco if that’s what you like, they always have a bottle handy. 
The oysters were fresh, quite tasty and I could have had more but refrained.

I followed that with their Crispy Duck Confit, served with cranberry chutney, roasted potatoes and greens.  Duck Confit is defintely a french specialiy, from Gascony in fact. It is made with the leg of the bird.  You usually rub the meat with salt, let it cure for 24 to 48 hours, and then you poach it in its own fat.  Yummy!  But yeah, fatty.

I won’t feel too guilty as it was a small leg, and it was very tasty.  The skin was nicely crispy, the roasted potatoes were not extraordinary but firm and well seasoned, the greens were fresh and crispy.  I wasn`t too crazy about the cranberry chutney, though.  I felt it was too acidic and something more earthy would have been a better side to the duck, perhaps apricot or fig chutney.

To accompany our meals, I selected a bottle of Pinot Blanc, a white wine from Alsace.  Contrary to some other alsacian wines, the Pinot Blanc is a softer, less aromatic and not very sweet wine. It is a nice wine, fresh and well balanced. 

Brad picked up Gaby’s meal and the oysters, I picked up the wine, and after tax and tip, I coughed out
90$.  A tad bit pricy for what I had - but I can’t say I’m unhappy about anything I had.

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Saturday, July 26, 2008

Alexandria Bay’s castle

There is a castle in Alexandria Bay.

Cavallario’s is an Italian Steak and Seafood House located on Church street in A-Bay.  An institution near the waterfront, it caters mostly to tourists in the Summer season.  Cavallario’s facade is made to ressemble a castle and the walls inside are covered with items inspired by the Medieval era.  Especially Medieval is one of Don Cherry’s plaid jacket hanging near the entrance.

Having experienced one of the best Bloody Caesar at the Thousand Islands Country Club (extra horseradish, a bit pricy at 7.00$), most of us decided to see if it was an A-Bay area specialty.  Although decent, it was not quite as tasty as it was at the golf club, but it was also half the price.  (Talking of gold, our round today was postponed and then definitely cancelled after 12 holes for cause of thunderstorm accompanied by lightning that fell too close for comfort.)
Cavallario’s menu is quite diversified, which makes it tricky to figure out what is actually worth paying for and what is there just to make sure everybody finds something to order.
I didn’t feel really hungry, so I decided to go for a lighter fare tonight.  Especially since they kept bringing more of their delicious bread, a softy warm loaf covered with garlic butter.
I started with their BBQ Shrimp, stuffed with horseradish and wrapped in bacon, and served with a tangy bbq sauce with a very good kick.  Unfortunately, only four shrimp were on my plate, fairly big ones but still, you expect a couple more for 8.00$. James also went for shrimp as an appetizer, choosing the Shrimp Cocktail Supreme.  Again, four shrimp only, so I guess the supreme would be the price.  Brian decided to go for the Fried Calamari, a good pick once again this year as they were lightly battered and perfectly fried, and there was more then four - (no worries, I didn’t actually count them).  A few others ordered the French Onion Soup, and I heard no complaints about the very cheesy plate they were served.
A cup of a cream of potato was included with my entree.  It was actually quite well done, not heavy at all, which is rare for a cream of potato.  There was no chunks of potatoes however, but instead nice and crunchy green beans, which gave some depth to the soup.
Where is life without love or a dinner without wine?
That is the question Cavallario’s is asking on top of their wine list.  I suppose they are right, so we ordered a couple of bottles of the Cabernet Sauvignon 7 Oaks from J. Lohr’s winery in California, a well balanced wine, with dark cherry flavour and underlying black currant.
As I said, I wasn’t really hungry, so I ordered the baked manicotti.  Manicotti is a preshaped tubullar pasta, stuffed and baked most often with a blend of cheese.  The Manicotti I got where no longer tubular - they looked like crepes.  That is because the blend of cheese inside (ricotta and parmesan) was too soft for the heavy mozzarella they topped it on.  Unfortunate.  The pasta was served with a nice and rich marinara sauce,  and the blend of herbs and cheese inside the manicotti was very good.  The mozzarella however was a bit chewy, and could have been cut with something lighter.
In a previous trip, I had the Diablo Chicken, a spicy breast served on penne pasta and topped with hot peppers.  It was quite good last year, but Mike told me that it wasn’t as spicy this year, although still good.
Norm had the Roast Rack of Lamb.  The chops were juicy and well marinated with herbs.  And with eight bones, they were a good deal at 26.00$.  They came with an industrial mint jelly, uninspiring and unworthy of the meat.
As for Kenny, I could have sworn he had actually ordered half a cow when his King Cut of Roast Prime Rib arrived. Although it was pegged at somewhere around 16 oz by our very professional server - who sounded like Reese Witherspoon at times - there is no way that beast could have been less then 20 oz.  Cavallario’s is roasting their beef piece every day, and consumers are warned that it is available only until it last as it is the house specialty.  The meat was very tender and juicy, despite the thickness of the cut.  The horseradish that came with it was unfortunately too mild and almost watery.
Everybody was full at the end of this copious meal, and once again Cavallario’s is showing why it’s been around for so long. Attentive and fast service (except perhaps when ordering bar items - which we of course barely did…) made this a very enjoyable meal.
We all skipped dessert.
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