My fiance and I are in Vancouver, BC for the weekend…and if you find any uncharacteristic typos in this post, it’s because I’m using my laptop. We’re up here for a friend’s engagement party, but we’re never content to just go somewhere for the weekend and eat at the hotel. So, we went to the Moustache Cafe.
The place was very nice…the restaurant had several tables done up with red and gray velvet chairs and booth seats, all contained inside the front room of a heritage house on Marine Drive. Very nice inside…small but cozy, very inviting, with some strange 80s music playing for most of the evening. It worked somehow, though.
In terms of wine, their list was terrific. It was very brief, just two pages, but the prices ranged from $20/bottle to over $500/bottle. They also had some verticals of Duckhorn and other nice wines, as well as intelligent selections rather than a hodge-podge of value and expensive wines. A very impressive list for such a small place!
We had a very nice dinner at the Moustache Cafe. I had the appetizer and entree specials:
- Duck confit, served slightly crispy in a sun-dried blueberry sauce with a wild greens salad and a mysterious orange berry/tomato-like fruit that was delicious
- Beef tenderloin, served medium in a blue cheese demi-glaze with roasted vegetables and mashed potatoes
- Grand Marnier creme brulee
In terms of wine, we each had a glass of the 2004 Hester Creek Pinot Blanc. At $6.50 CDN/glass, it was a great deal, and it went very well with our appetizers: very nice green apple and blue cheese flavors with a hint of honeydew and some citrus. With my main course, I had a glass of some British Columbia Merlot. I’m afraid I didn’t catch the name on the list, though. It’s a shame as the wine was outstanding, particularly with the tenderloin: lots of mouth-filling blackberry flavor. I wasn’t quite sure I understood that term (”mouth-filling”) until dinner last night. Now I know why they say it!
I loved the combination of the blackberry and tannic subtlety with the perfectly-cooked beef in the blue cheese demi-glaze. It’s funny: Twenty years ago, I never imagined I’d be writing a sentence like that. I was thinking more along the lines of stuff like “I jumped and caught the home run before it could escape the friendly confines of Yankee Stadium, and with that we had won the pennant!” Ahh, well. I’d rather be an anonymous food and wine critic than Johnny Damon at this point.
After dinner, we met up with our friends and went to the International Ice Cream Factory, Ltd. They have “218 flavours on location,” and they mean it. The place is set up like some sort of adult nightmare in terms of the bright colors and lights, but the gelato makes it all worth the effort. You are encouraged to try before you buy, so I tried the following flavors (and more that I have since forgotten):
- Nut kulfi
- Durian (this one had a special lid over the vat to keep the aroma from escaping)
- Persimmon
- Dragon fruit
- Cherimoya (tasted like Big League Chew…nasty stuff)
- Porcini mushroom (tasted like mushrooms)
I settled on red bean. It was delicious! Apparently they have dill pickle ice cream from time to time. Holy hell, that sounds awful.