I wish I were a more serious person, really I do. But I can only do so much politics and, since it’s midnight and I see the blog-readers and their comments are still rolling in, here’s a little taste break for all of you.
So, I posted a couple of weeks ago that I was devastated that Aurora Bistro had closed. (It is SO a serious issue, you doubters. Aurora’s exquisite food, in between the inimitable Pulp Fiction Books and a comic store, was ur-Main Street — haute plus grunge plus English lit majors, all mixed up together.)
Someone who took pity on me let me know that Campagnolo, a new restaurant being started by the owner/operator of Fuel over on West Fourth, was going to be opening further down Main. In the old Adega Restaurant, near the Ivanhoe, to be exact.
So I started calling to find out when they were in business (not the weekend before last, as it turned out, when they were still “one permit away”) and finally scampered down to try them out on Saturday.
Okay, not Aurora. The room is less cozy, more what I called “unfinished basement” theme — cinderblock walls and what felt like bare bulbs hanging over the tables — and larger.
But the food — yum. And different. What I’d call gourmet rustic/farmer Italian. The white beans with sage in them were a flavour hit every time I took a spoonful. My partner’s pasta had that great handmade feel and a rich sauce with bits of pork in it. They served these amazing home-baked grissini as bread, little stalks of them in a glass. My flank steak had some kind of greenish parsley plus ? sauce that was another unique taste. (Gee, this food writing stuff is harder than I thought.) I had the loveliest glass of wine, too, so yellow. I don’t remember the name, but the Pinot Grigio by the glass, the second, more expensive one.
Anyway, I’ll definitely go back for the food. (The owner said the decor will be better too. They’re going to paint some walls and replace the single bare bulbs with little birds’ nests of bulbs.) And the parking situation can’t be beat — lots of it right on the street. In that part of town, I guess the locals don’t have a car or the visitors are driving BMWs that they don’t bother to park because all they’re doing is tossing out bags of dope and picking up money. There’s also a little bar in the back, behind the kitchen, that’s more intimate feeling.
But sadly, not a replacement for Aurora, which felt like a real neighbourhood place. Campagnolo is definitely good, but it feels more like a destination place, although maybe not for the Citygate residents.
Okay, there ends another review in the “Food Critic for the Not-Too-Drecky Restaurants Within One Kilometre of My House” section of this unmass media outlet.