The Down Low: With a large portrait of Winston Churchill, a cock room, and a menu that requires a dictionary to interpret, you are sure to impress any guest(s) that you take to Homer St.
Favorite Dish: The meatloaf wrapped in bacon, and the pork belly appetizer will have vegetarians from across Vancouver (>50% of the population) converging on the joint to protest and toss organic tofu at the windows. The rest of us can feel protected by the sharpened silverware.
Music Pairing: If I was really trying to make an appropriate pairing, it would be some sort of jazz, blues or swing, but I have a Jimi Hendrix vinyl on in the background, so bringing back some R&R classics. Lover Man and Purple Haze
Every time I go to Homer St. Cafe and Bar I feel like I should be dressed in some sort of James Bond tuxedo, speaking with a British accent. That's not because the place is overly fancy; it just has this aura of sophistication.
A Maghony (wood) staircase |
A large portrait of Winston Churchill “In the course of my life I have often had to eat my words, and I must confess that I have always found it a wholesome diet.“ |
And a room dedicated to cocks... not Winston's (the room just wasn't big enough) |
I am hardly a sophisticated gentleman (note the 'joke' above), but Homer St. does offer an ambiance that many upscale places in Vancouver fail to deliver. I struggle to find the correct word to describe it; a thesaurus or a dictionary would definitely be handy. In fact, I recommend you have both when reading the menu. Words like "padano," "celeriac remoulade," and "gremolata" stand out as WTF. You'd think as a wannabe food blogger I would be up-to-date on food vocabulary, but in fact I am more illiterate than you'd imagine.
Here is a "saladé" |
Some "meatloaf with bâcon and green vegetable" |
"Maple butter pork belly" |
While I am busy reading my picture cookbook, head over to Homer St. for a crowd that is well-versed in the lingo of upscale cuisine.
Happy Easter! And,
Tasty dreams,
JB
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