I am ever in search of culinary adventures, particulary recently. Not including my time in London or Hawaii, I have eaten at a dozen new restaurants in the last couple of months. (By the way, "new" simply means new to me, though most of the places on my list only opened their doors within the last 1-6 months.) I haven't fallen in love with any of them, sadly, though there are a couple I'll go back to.
One of those restaurants will see me again next week, mainly because Griffin was put out that I went to
Skillet without him. What can I say? I'd been waiting for months for these guys to open again and the extra two days may have killed me! I have never claimed that patience and managing anticipation are my forte.
Was it worth going on their first open day? Probably not. Including time spent standing in line, I waited an hour (in the oh-my-god-it's-cold) to get my burger. They weren't prepared for their "grand reopening" and were out of fries (and thus, poutine) by the time I got in line at 12:30. While I was waiting for my order to come out, they announced that they were out of food altogether and weren't taking any more orders.
Also? A Public Health Department guy showed up to scowl, scribble on his notepad, and make ominous threats about a $250 ticket if they mumble, mumble, something or other. But he didn't shut them down, so...
But what of the food? Well, I have to admit the burger was good: ground sirloin, bacon jam, arugula, bleu cheese. What is bacon jam, you ask? I have no idea, but it's not as unappealing as its name. It was downright tasty, in fact!
The long wait aside, I love the idea of a couple of guys selling tasty food out of an Airstream. Next time I'm getting there at 10:50 in an attempt to beat the lunch crowd.