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Mile-end/Plateau Mont-RoyalReviews

A new bird on the Main – Pizzeria Magpie

by Jason December 17, 2010
written by Jason

I was walking back to my car from picking up a wicked beef teriyaki burger from L’entoilage last week and I passed by this small little place that had I not stopped to steal a bite out of my chocolate ship-cranberry cookie, I would have missed it. The place I’m talking about is Pizzeria Magpie. With decorative poster-paint script writing on the windows, you would probably walk past it thinking it’s some barber shop that time forgot and pay no attention to it, unless you notice the sandwich board sitting on the sidewalk advertising a wood-burning oven, unlike me who accidentally kicked it and almost ate the sidewalk.

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We eyed the menu and made our decisions though it wasn’t tough as there were only a handful pizza options to pick from. We decided to split the charcuterie plate to start with – as our waitress said that we would easily be able to split it amongst the three of us.

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A mix of genoa salami, soppressata, cubes of parmesan, sweet gherkins and stuffed olives. The waitress was right about being able to split it between three people, but she failed to mention that in theory you’d be able to split it among 100 people as well, it’s just a matter of being satisfied. Three is stretching, two would be good. Don’t get me wrong, the cold cuts were great; aged and pungent, was complimented well with everything on the slab.

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Most commendable was the fact that they baked their own bread that came with the charcuterie. Well, I would think there’s no excuse NOT to when you’ve got your own wood-burning oven in the place. Thick, crust and chewy, the loaf was drizzled with olive oil, just how I love it. Although I would have liked to see this placed at the table with the water, but it’s not that kind of place.

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I ordered the Magpie margherita. Topped with sauce, bocconcini cheese and fresh basil, the pizza was simple and finished with a drizzle of extra virgin olive oil. This plain jane packs a punch, the simplicity is what makes it taste good. The freshness and honesty of the flavors is what stands out, kind of like me, n’est pas?

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My friend had the proscuitto, arugula with cherry tomatoes and bocconcini. The saltiness of the ham was a great compliment to the peppiness of the arugula. I don’t know what it is but proscuitto does something to me. Just the sight of it and the anxiousness of knowing I’ll be eating it… my palms get sweaty, my mouth gets, my ability to do math calculations triples and on some molecular level, I’m sure it’s something like what Bruce Banner goes through the same thing before he becomes the Hulk.

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My other friend has the three-cheese meatball with mushrooms and mozzerella. The mushroom was nice and roasted giving each bite a nice sweet taste. It wasn’t my favorite, but it was solid and still tasty.

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Offered with the pizza, chili flakes and chili oil. If you can handle spice, I highly suggest it; as it adds just a hint of aromatics to your pie.

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If you’ve been paying attention, you would have noticed these black funny looking things on the crust of the pizza. These “things” are little hickeys from the result of dough meets wood-fire. It means that the fire got a little cozy with the dough, got it a bit crispy until it couldn’t take it any longer until it erupted with a furious frenzy of wood-burning love.

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Like Top Chef says, you need to judge the competence of a chef based on their ability to rock out a good grilled cheese sandwich. It’s often the simple things that are hardest to make. This place uses San Marzano tomatoes exclusively in their sauce – which produces a distinctive sweet flavor in their pies. Pizzeria Magpie has a slim menu, but the few things they do, they do very well. Enhancing the natural flavors of their products, the element of a wood-fired oven is thrown into the equation for bonus points.

Pizzeria Magpie
16 Rue Maguire
(514) 507-2900
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December 17, 2010 0 comments
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OutremontReviews

Eating so much Italian food, you’ll turn a little Italian – Le Petit Italien

by Jason November 23, 2010
written by Jason

When ever I get a recommendation on a restaurant, I like to ask questions. I like to do some research on the place before I go check it out; whether it’s looking through or for a website to do some recon on what I plan to order or asking whoever recommended the restaurant if there are any peculiarities I should take note of. I like to prepare myself both mentally and physically – psyching myself up for some off the wall dish that might or might not include something looking back at me, and of course… going on an empty tank.

I got a second degree recommendation, a friend of a friend had said I should check out Le Petit Italien on Bernard street in Outremont… and that’s all. No, “make sure you have this dish”, or “the so and so was craaaazy!” I was going in based on, “my friend said the place is good.” So I left it up to fate and put the future of our friendship in question based on a meal from THEIR friend – I take bad restaurant recommendations ridiculously personal, I react with such scorn, it’s like you’re practically wearing shoes in my bedroom.

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Like any good Italian restaurant, we were presented with a bread basket – baguette and spiced flat-bread. I’m not sure if they were freshly made in-house, but it was warm and it blew the mind of my dining companion. I was told to hustle before she ate the other piece.

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We started with the bufulo mozzarella with heirloom tomatoes, fresh basil and orange, drizzled with olive oil. Sounds simple, but it’s the simplicity of this appetizer that makes it good. The cheese was warm and the sweet twist of the orange cut through all the flavors, complimenting everything nicely.

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We then split the beef carpaccio. Topped with arugula, shimiji mushrooms, fresh shaved Parmesan – off a brick, not because it was getting hairy – and a dressing of lemon juice. One of the better carpaccios I’ve had, the meat was cool and extremely tender – the reason why tenderloin is used for this dish is so evident now… The deliciousness of pun is only paralleled by this dish. Har har.

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She had the cannelloni stuffed with spinach and ricotta in a rose sauce. Thick and filling, the little Italian was generous with the ricotta like his nonna made it herself. Oozing with cheesy and spinachy guts, the cannelloni reminded me that my intolerance for dairy was quite discriminant and my body will refuse and have nothing to do with this lactose peddling bully. But it was love at first bite and I decided that that night was one of those nights where taking one for the team was the right thing to do and the repercussions will be well worth the sacrifice.

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I had the linguine in cream sauce with spinach, pine nuts and green apples. Like in the movies where an exotic Italian man swoops in and woos a lady from her relatively mundane and boring boyfriend, this dish emasculated me and my manlihood as I wasn’t able to finish it like a real man should. However, in my defense, I was given a whole cannelloni and I finished that, so, volume-wise, I did manage to eat the same amount… self-esteem crisis AVERTED. In other news, the apples added a nice crunch to the noodles with a hint of sweet and tart flavor.

Coming in we were looking forward to the fondant de chocolat that was listed on their menu on the website, however, to our dismay, it was no longer offered so she had to settle on the crème brûlée and Tiramisu. And if there’s any desserts that Jason likes it would be crème brûlée and tiramisu. So to make up for the linguine short-coming, I decided to man up and help her with the dessert.

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She had the crème brûlée for dessert. The best part of this dish? The crack of the candied sugar when you break into it. The eggy-vanilla-cream was smooth and was borderline custard. This was solid; most places screw up their crème brûlées by adding some sort of fruit element. NO… just no.

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I was a gentleman and helped her with this, the tiramisu. We agreed that this was probably one, if not the best tiramisus we’ve ever had. The coffee was not overpowering neither was the alcohol. There’s nothing worse then getting plastered and then wired on cake and then pushing your car home in the park position.

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What I noticed about the dessert was the cake that was used. It was actual sponge cake, and I loves me some sponge cake. The mascarpone was creamy and delicious, and was not too sweet; we were so surprised and impressed that it tasted so good, it was like finding a 20 in your winter jacket after taking it out from storage. My exact reaction was shaking, laughing and crying at the same time, but kind of looked like I tried to cough and sneeze at once.

I should also mention that they do an Italian “dim sum” brunch on weekends. It’s an interesting concept – basically ‘tapas’, but why they didn’t call it that, I have no idea… Maybe they’re the type of neighbors who don’t return borrowed items or one throws late night parties that wakes the other, and has now shunned the idea of assimilating a Spanish word for their own. Anyhoo, I didn’t ask who exactly who the “petit Italien” was or is, or the story behind the name. But I’m taking it as coming here on an empty stomach and hungry eyes, that you’ll probably eat enough and partly turn a “little Italian”.

Le Petit Italien
1265 Avenue Bernard
514-278-0888
www.lepetititalien.com
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November 23, 2010 2 comments
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NDG / WestmountReviews

Peking ducks aren’t from Peking in Montreal.

by Jason November 9, 2010
written by Jason

A bunch of us were sitting around talking about what we hadn’t eaten in a while. Dim sum, dragon fruit, cotton candy, abalone and shepherd’s pie were some of the things that were mentioned, none of which were feasible for a late night meal. In the midst of my trying to explain and justify why I can’t eat pho at night time, someone mentioned the one dish that was powerful enough to shut everyone up… Peking duck.

The simple mention of it rendered everyone silent in quiet contemplation, remembering their own personal experiences with the dish. “Peking duck” was so compelling we don’t even remember who said it, not even the person who suggested it. We agreed and made plans to hit up Peking Garden on Queen Mary.

If you’re unfamiliar with Peking duck, it’s quiet the production. You order the duck whole, it’s oven roasted to crispy skin perfection. I know I refer to things as “perfect” often… but this time I really mean it. Traditionally this dish is served in multiple courses, which include the wrap, a stir-fry with noodles and a soup.

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The waiter carves the duck table side at an incredible speed, credit goes to him as this place is known for their Peking duck and to say they go through this process a few times a night would probably be an understatement. The meat was juicy and not gristly, also quite flavorful and sweet, this is attributed to the pre-roasting preparation.

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There are two schools of thought in Peking duck carving as well as course options. Some places will carve the skin off for you and prepare a second course using the meat in a stir-fry and then make a soup with the bones. Peking Garden subscribes to keeping the meat with the skin, reason being, it gives you something more to eat when you wrap it up in the pancake – as I was told by the waiter. This being said, the procedure is as follows.

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“Pancakes” (homemade, I should add) are steaming hot and is the vessel of choice to aid in the face stuffing of duck.

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Accoutrements, julienned cucumber, spring and white onions; to be wrapped up in the pancake with the duck with a drizzle of hoisin sauce (homemade).

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… like so. You then proceed to roll ‘er up and and enjoy the wonders of roasted duck and all the happiness that it brings. The bite of the crispy skin and the tender meat of the duck, contrasted by the cool cucumber and sting of onions with the sweet overtone of the hoisin sauce; you will not know any happiness other than this, unless you’re Peter’s mom from that coffee commercial being woken up by the smell of Folgers on Christmas morning.

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Peking garden’s second duck course is an option of having the bones sauced and stir-fried or soup, as we had two ducks, we had both options. The bones were fried up in a sweet and spicy sauce with onions. Most of the meat was shaved off for the pancake course, but there is still some left on the bones. Utilizing every part of the bird is typical in the Peking Duck experience. Nibbling meat off the bone isn’t for everyone, however, for those who enjoy the mild fowl taste of duck will truly appreciate it.

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Second is the soup. The bones are used to make a soup that consists of Nappa cabbage, tofu and cellophane noodles. Really fragrant, the soup is rich in deep ducky flavor.

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As if two ducks weren’t already enough for the few of us, we ordered half an Imperial duck. Not that it’s British or something, but I think it’s because this was the preparation of choice of the Emperor. It is deep fried and pulled off the bone, and served the same way as the Peking. Brace yourself for the crunch. A crunch so intense, the resonance of it would discombobulate the liquid in your ear causing you to fall to the ground in a dizzy heap of duck skin crackling trance.

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If that wasn’t enough food, we also ordered the Kung Pao shrimp. It was extremely flavorful, the sauce was sweet, and spicy. If you’ve ever wondered what the “pow” is in Kung Pao shrimp, it’s… GARLIC. The battered shrimp were crispy and held to the sauce without turning into a soggy pile of something that would taste like sweater wearing crustaceans after a workout… well, not really, you know what I mean.

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And for formality and to round off the meal… Vegetables, just in case any of our parents are watching. Chinese broccoli stir-fried with garlic. The best thing about this particular vegetable is that when you order it, its preparation is usually undercooked, and if you’ve ever ordered it, you’ll know why.

If you’ve never had the Peking duck experience or even if you don’t have a particular interest for horticulture Jardin Pekin is a place that you need to check out. Aside from the duck, I’ve been told that their shrimp toast as well as their dumplings are something to behold as well and is something I’m planning on ordering the next time around. Jardin Pekin is old school; you go there for the no-frills honest Chinese grub with soul.

Jardin Pekin
5339 Queen-Mary
514-484-9139
http://www.jardindepekin.com/
***Bring your own wine
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November 9, 2010 2 comments
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