How to NYE in Edmonton

Ah, New Year’s Eve, you kidder you. Always driving me into a frenetic mania in my attempt to secure the perfect NYE festivity. And every year, I tread dangerously close to disaster.

This year, I almost spent 200$ per person to sit in a stuffy, underwhelming ballroom at tables with 8 unknown Stepford wives/husbands, in chairs with fabric bows tied onto them, eating things that include descriptors such as “naughty” and “prestige” (BARF). Who do I think I am, a regular in the smash hit series, “Housewives of the Not-So-Wealthy-Side-Of Glenora”??

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NO.

 

Rebounding from that near catastrophe, I went too far to the other extreme and almost spent 10$ to dance with children half my age whilst clutching my red solo cup of the dreaded vodka cran.

So. Much. Plaid.

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 NOPE.

 

Fortunately, I was able to retrieve my senses from their precarious party planning perch, and ask myself:

Smart me: “Ok, soooo…what do we like to do when it’s not NYE, anyway?”

Dumb me: “Well, we like to….eat. Good food. Good local food. Aaaand drink bubbles. Also, we like Nibs.”

Smart me: “Alright! So here’s what we do. We eat good local food. We drink bubbles. Also, we eat Nibs.”

Dumb me: <smiles contentedly>

 

So off we went! First, we went to Table Top Café to eat Nibs. And play Bananagrams.

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I love the candy bowls, I love running a tab, and I LOVE destroying the world with my banana gram talents.

Since we hadn’t made reservations, we decided to start at one of the best joints in town for food and for atmosphere, Bar Bricco. But first, a toast.

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To us! #lovemyfamsomuch

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Have you been to Bar Bricco? I feel instantly cooler when I walk in there.

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We started with the ricotta and crostini. Always a favourite, so to die for, and die we did.

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With a glass of the bubbly rosé – a Pinot Noir/Grasparossa, it was divineee. My compatriots enjoyed the 8$ Negronis and Boulevardiers. Man, I hang with some cool kids.

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This was just the warm up though. If I had to marry a spuntini, my husband would definitely be the scrambled eggs Cacio e Pepe style.

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Aghhh so creamy so cheesy sooooooo good.

Finally, the Fonduta Angolotti with its blissful sage butter.

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Sorry for darkish pic. I’m actually surprised I have anything to show you since my eyes were closed in rapturous bliss for most of the dinner. Point and click, baby!

Time to move next door to Uccellino! Men in kilts first!

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Oh my gosh I love me some Uccellino.

Start with bubbles. Gasparossa!

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Add a bubbly dinner partner.

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And get ordering ALL THE FOOD.

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Pumpkin Agrodolce. Such a revelation of deliciousness. Like worthy of stopping in just to eat this beauty.

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I, of course, had to continue my uninterrupted streak of Tonnarelli Cacio e Pepe. I always have intentions of breaking outside of the cheesy, peppery box, but continually fail.

Dear husband Robert has been holding a desperate and hopeful vigil for the Drunken Spaghetti for many months now. His soul was crushed like a pitiful ant under my Poppy Barley boot, however, when he heard it is still AWOL. He rallied and got the Pappardelle with Pig’s Head and Prosciutto Ragu Bianco.IMG_0438

He did love it, of course! Nothing, however, will ever compare with his beloved Spaghetti Ubriacchi. For the sake of our marriage, Uccellino powers that be, please bring it back!

Dearest daughter o’ mine had the Pumpkin Ravioli.

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More sage butterrrrrr. It was beloved, adored, and cherished.

Daughter’s lovely young fellow in rose had the Mezze Maniche. Spicy food for a spicy guy!

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To end it all on a note of adulterated bliss, we had the olive oil cake with olive oil gelato.

SHAZAM.

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A toast to a highly successful NYE dinner!

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P.S. I actually painted my nails so please note them.

 

What a delightful evening we have had, I guess it’s time to go hom-

WHAT.

WE DID NOT. HAVE. CHAMPAGNE.

OR OYSTERS.

On to Wishbone!

I highly recommend Wishbone as a first date venue. That lighting though. Banishes the deepest of wrinkly crevasses into blurry oblivion!

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Fresh, delicious, slurpy oysters with garlicky butter and lemon, of thee am I also fond.

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Fully sated with decadence and tomfoolery, we headed home.

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To a midnight toast to 2018!

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How did you celebrate the new year? Hope it was anything but disastrous!

 

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Pip, Pip, Hooray!

WOW, we had the most amazing brunch today at Pip. We, meaning me, (duh), dearest husband, long-lost-prodigal-daughter, and long-lost-prodigal-daughter’s partner. P.S., apparently, BOYFRIEND is not the term one uses in these days of millennial enlightenment.

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Such a cute partner!

Well, I had heard so much good buzzage about the place, but was daunted by the popularity of Pip mixed with its no reservations policy. We arrived at 11 am and there was a 45-60 minute wait! That was no skin off our proverbial noses though, since we had to do some boot/dress/suit shopping. They texted us when the table was ready and off we went!

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Note teeny tiny space, totally packed with adoring people. The vibe is cozy and unpretentious with a solid amount of people-watching to be had. Also, the service, (that’s our lovely server with half a face/body there on the left), was A PLUS PLUS. I do love a server and team that actually seem to care about your experience and want you to enjoy! YAY!

I started off with the Hugo Spritz.

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Elderflower and prosecco, HELLOOO!? It was light and refreshing.

Robert the husband, had himself some crafty type of beer. I don’t know about beer. But I know it seemed to please him. Because it was half gone by the time a picture could be taken.

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We liked the menu. Not too many things, yet a solid variety. Hilariously enough, the millennial in our group did NOT have the avocado on toast. Rather, the mother-of-a-millenial did.

Wow, I think I just invented a new PG friendly oath there:

HOLY MOTHER OF A MILLENNIAL, THAT WAS SOME GOOD AVOCADO TOAST.

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Sorry for already cut into photo, but will you please look at that beautiful yolk? Gorgeous, orange, lusciously fresh yolk! I forgot to ask them about their eggs but it’s clear that those are some farm fresh, cruelty free eggs. I could taste the happiness in that chicken with every bite.

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Daughter was verrrry happy with her Benedict. And let me tell you, after experiencing many a Benedict crisis while out for brunch, this is really saying something. Egg just right, and that sauce was SO buttery/creamy. Everything was just perfect. Happy daughter, happy mater.

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The sweet French toast bake was, of course, enjoyed by the sweetest of the four of us, the partner. Maple cream cheese, strawberry rhubarb jam – agh!!!! SO GOOD.

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Ironically, the grilled ham and cheese was enjoyed by the cheesiest of the four of us, my ham of a husband Robert. Simple, delicious, comforting – and would have been even more delightful if Robert had ordered the tomato bisque but, alas, the pull of any fried potato is more than my dearest husband can endure.

 

In conclusion, summary, and to wrap it all up, PIP IS AMAZING AF. (Trying ever so hard to sound millennial there.)

(P.S. Long-lost-prodigal-daughter is going to kill me for all these discriminating and inaccurate millennial references. However, she is certainly “entitled” to feel that way.)

See what I did there????

 

If you love brunch, be good to yourself and get over to Pip.

 

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