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I am going downtown to my favourite restaurant. It’s called Pub and Pickles and well that says it all for me. I don’t know if you have been there before but it down at the corner of 1st Street and Main on the northwest corner. You can’t miss the place as it has a big mug outside with a dill pickle sticking out of it. In case I didn’t say it yet, “my kind of place.” I am going on a Tuesday night as that night they seem to have the best specials. I am going with a friend who also loves the place so if you don’t see us in day or two you know where we were last at (and probably still are).
We like to sit in the booth at the back as it is a little quieter from the rest of the crowd. I don’t drink alcohol, so I am never there for that, a gingerale will do; but the food, well heavens it is to die for. Tonight I am ordering the special. I am going to get the steak and mushrooms served on maple grilled onions and garlic. On top the steak they put this awesome cream sauce filled with these tiny button mushrooms. Then I am getting the home cut fries that are golden yellow, hot and crisp. Just the way a fry should be. On top of that I always order some extra gravy on the side to dip my fries in. They make their gravy from real beef drippings so it tastes just like the stuff my gramma used to make for Sunday dinners. I do not have the fried vegetables although I have tasted them before and my oh my were they good. I decide instead to have the Caesar salad with large grilled-in-butter shrimp on top. I get the larger size as it is the best salad I have ever had and every time I come here I have to fight with myself not to have it.
Now to start things off and the real reason this place is out of this world is the deep fried dill pickles. Okay so I am the world’s number one fan of deep fried dill pickles. Enough said, I am eating a whole order myself. Excuse me for a moment. I am in heaven.
Well I do not much notice what is going on around me, between pickle bliss and salad sanctuary I am more relaxed than a nun at church. Just when I think the tummy might be stretching its limits I get my steak and fries. I will tell you a little secret here; I always save half of my main dash for the next day’s lunch. I know you are thinking “warmed up” and I would say the same thing too if it wasn’t going to be as good as it is now, well at least 90% as good. That’s better odds on any meal if you ask me. So my steak is done the way I like, a little pink and cuts with a butter knife. The combination of the onions, garlic, mushrooms, sauces and then the beef on top well, gone again I am afraid. Blissful! The fries are just as I said hot, crisp and so gooood dipped in that homemade gravy. I make sure to only eat enough because guess what is next
You are right the most awesome dessert plate you have seen. It is the British Special. A wonderful Crème brûlée surrounded by the most delicate vanilla spiced cake topped with fresh bright red strawberries and a clotted cream topped with a pinch of fine sugar. I don’t think I have ever had any other dessert but this one when I come here. When something is perfect and you feel so happy just experiencing it, then why mess with a good thing.
Now you must have noticed by now that there is not a lot of talking going on between me and my friend. The food is that good let me tell you. We save the chatting and laughing mostly till the end when we top our night off with a nice cup of tea. I like chamomile because it soothes me; she like a good strong black English tea. While we are stuffed like turkeys now I can say the evening has been a roaring success. I mean where can you go, get your favourite chair, be fed your favourite foods, and not notice the craziness of life going by I can tell you where I go, it’s a place called Pub and Pickles.