One of the most challenging aspects of planning the long weekend getaway was the hunt for unique dining destinations. An all-too-common situation is finding an excess of POIs, then conjuring up routes to hit them all. It was the opposite in the case of Ottawa.
She "warmed" up, if I can depict the progression as so, over the duration of the evening though, with her talktativeness as an indication of the mood change.
The restaurant's dinner selection was straightforward, with edibles all listed on a single sheet and drinkables (cocktails, wine, beer, etc.) separately pinned to a clipboard. For an eatery with a relatively casual atmosphere, its prices veered into fine dining territory. Appetizers ranged between ten to twenty-three dollars, while Mains were upwards of twenty-four. Very few greens were spotted and swaps were not permitted.
Not one to get soups, this was an interesting combination. They generally tend to taste too runny - or ketchup-like in the case of tomato-based broths - for my preferences, so this was a pleasant surprise. I later ended up polishing off the bowl albeit extreme fullness.
It was possible that the scallops had been left to sit for a while prior to serving, for the plate was shiny with moisture when it arrived. Juices naturally expelled from the molluscs began to mix with the bacon and chive cream, which then caused a trickle of magenta to escape the purple cabbage slaw.
Dampness aside, the citrus beet puree was stellar: creamy and zesty in all the right departments. The cabbage slaw grew tiring over time due to the heavy use of dill; it was too herby with minimal depth, lending the impression of blatant repetition after a few bites. The bacon and chive cream paired well at first, but also gradually grew heavier to taste with each successive spoonful.
One could spear it effortlessly with a fork, as if piercing through semi-firm tofu. Even the flaky/stringy bits of beef embodied unfathomable depth. The same citrus beet paste was used to garnish, though no complaints were uttered.
Unisex bathroom stalls were located within the restaurant building. The spaces were a tad narrow but nonetheless clean and well-stocked with necessary toiletries; bunches of dried lavender were a nice visual touch, even if not much fragrance could be perceived.
Nearby was a gothic-themed barber shop that, amusingly, featured a wooden Cameron's Brewing placard.
We popped into quelque chose, a super cute macaron store that I noted to revisit at a less satiated point in the future.