It really IS good to be close!

Kendall-Jackson Pinot Noir

I'd like to take a moment to write about the importance of good, neighborhood restaurants. The kind that you can go to on a Tuesday or a date-night Friday, and you are always satisfied with the outcome. Near my house, that restaurant is now Stonehill Restaurant & Tavern. We have several choices around; standard Italian, good Vietnamese, dim sum, chains and fast food. But, when Stonehill finally opened, for me, there was a warm glow and choir music surrounding the place. It meant that I no longer had to compromise on experience for food, or wine for price or any of the other concessions that I make when I want to stay close to home. Here is my review of our most recent experience...

Spicy Pork Tacos

We were there to celebrate and without a reservation, and still were welcomed with excellent service, and beautiful cozy booth, and the well-thought-out wine list. A note about wine lists from someone like me, that thinks a $6 house wine cannot possibly be good; I like it when places list their glasses separately from their bottles, I like glass choices besides merlot and cabernet sauvignon, and I REALLY like the Kendall-Jackson Vintner's Reserve Pinot Noir. A good wines-by-the-glass list to me says, "Hey, try a few different things!" and "It's ok that your husband doesn't like wine enough to drink a whole bottle with you!" (Yes, I am personifying the wine list, it only really speaks to me after a bottle or two. I digress...). We shared the Spicy Pork Tacos for an appetizer. These are a treat of spicy pulled pork, cilantro and pineapple salsa in tiny little taco shells. For dinner, my Fettuccine with Lamb Ragout and Wild Mushrooms was, simply put, amazing. It was earthy, rich, and even decadent, if you can say that about meat. My husband's Forno Roasted Chicken was a spectacular feast, plated high and served with a well-made, flavourful reduction, and beautiful unique vegetables. Service was great, music was fun, and there was a happy hum to the whole room that said the other guests were having a similar experience to ours. Have I mentioned the wine tower in the middle of the place? Pretty cool, since there is an elevator running up the middle of it. All of this within walking distance to my house. 

Forno Roasted Chicken

I know that some of you live in places where a good meal, I mean a really good meal, is always close at hand. But, for those of you living in the 'burbs like me, where greasy, theme based restaurants abound, it is certainly a pleasant surprise to indulge in something so good, so close to home.

What's for Dinner?

So, I have decided to start this blog. I decided that I should write about something that I think I know about... my passion, FOOD! And all things associated with where to get it, how to enjoy it, what my thoughts are when it comes to our social commentary on the topic... 


My posts and point of view are coming from the city I live in, Calgary. So let's get to it...


My husband came home tonight with the perennial, mundane, vagueness that is the question, "What should we have for supper?" If you are like me, you are not a person that plans meals in advance, that has recipes and grocery lists set out for each weekday. I choose my meals like I choose most things, totally arbitrarily! I have to have lightening strike me with a delicious idea. I want everything to be as amazing and simple as tomato and garlic bruschetta on artisan bread with a great chianti. Alas, this didn't happen on this freezing cold, Monday evening. What to do?


We did something that we do about once a month, ordered Swiss Chalet! Ok, so I know what you are thinking... how can a self-proclaimed foodie possibly stoop to the level of pre-roasted, unimaginative chicken and sauce? I will say that there is a little bit of perfection in food that arrives to your door in less than 20 minutes, piping hot, in a throwback to TV dinner tray. In addition, there are no dishes to clean up, a real plus in my books! 


My first blog entry is a short ode to idealism and compromise in the empty fridge that is a brisk Monday night. What is your compromise when you are not struck by a Jamie Oliver-esque flash of brilliance?