It all started like this: I have friends who are true wine-lovers, and in fact have a wine importing business. They invited me to make wine with them (read: pick varietal, pay money, go back 8 weeks later and retrieve “home-made” wine) at a place near their house in Oakville. Seeing as how they know what they’re talking about when it comes to wine, I happily conceded, presuming the outcome would be nothing like the plonk I imagined home-made wine to be. As we were booking our wine pick-up date, my friend suggested we make an event of it and go out for dinner afterwards. I rarely say no to a dinner date. And so we were booked.
Jump ahead 8 weeks, and there we were, driving to Blacktree restaurant in Burlington. I hadn’t heard of it before and so Googled the National Post review. It was a moderate review; certainly not the glowing report I was hoping for. Hmmm. Would this just be an over-priced disaster?
After driving along, wondering which of the crappy cookie-cutter strip malls the restaurant was in, we arrive. We walk towards what I think can only be the back / dumpster area. “Where the hell are we going?” And then there it is: Blacktree. A simple, clean, modern and engaging exterior, leading to a romantic, cozy and welcoming interior. Check: we won’t be eating off paper plates.
Alright so we’re here. I like the place. It’s not slammed-busy, but it’s got some good energy. Let’s get to the FOOD already! OK, here goes.
|Gnocchi with Pork Belly|
|Honey Truffle Verjus Bomb|