It’s All Greek to Me

In our household, it’s a pretty common occurrence for me to pick the mister up from work and for us to grab a bite somewhere before heading home. It’s not that we don’t love to cook, we just love other people’s cooking more. I don’t think that’s such a bad thing; it meant that I recently got to hit up It’s All Greek to Me on Quinpool Road for an early supper. We waltzed in at around 4:30 and were surprised that the place was empty. We stood there for a minute wondering if they were in fact open or if they’d just left the door unlocked, when a really lovely server greeted us. We took a table by the window and got right down to business ordering a starter of skordalia. Skordalia is such a comfort food; the potatoes, the abundance of garlic and the richness of the olive oil make it a winner when served with pita bread, but we opted to have it served with Kolokithia, thick slices of zucchini breaded and deep fried to perfection. The brightness and warm, soft texture of the zucchini were made that much more delicious by the crunchy batter. I could eat this spread all day. I don’t care if it means I’ll have garlic emanating from my pores for the next twenty-four hours, because it’s worth it.

I’d really had my heart set on Moussaka, but was told the kitchen was out which surprised me since the supper rush had not yet begun. I opted instead for Pastichio, a close substituition for Moussaka with its similar meat sauce, and béchamel but with the addition of long macaroni noodles. For $14 it was served with roasted potatoes and a Greek salad. The béchamel held its form wonderfully and although delicious there wasn’t a chance of me being able to finish because of how rich it was. The meat was a consistent texture, moist and flavourful with a delicious blend of spices which had me savouring every bite. The noodles were slightly dry but it didn’t take away from the flavour of the dish.
I hereby profess my love of Greek roasted potatoes. With their lemony aroma and flavour they entice with a zesty lightness that has me coming back for more. As far as Greek salads go, they were generous with both the feta and the Kalamata olives (yay!) and it thankfully wasn’t drowning in dressing like so many Greek salads that have come across my plate.
I think my favourite part of the meal though was when I realized in a moment of panic that I didn’t have my wallet (nor did my dinner partner as I’d said this would be my treat) and I had to frantically drive home in rush hour traffic to retrieve it while he picked at the last bites on our plates for a solid twenty minutes. Hey, there’s a first time for everything. Let’s hope that never happens again though…

Cheers,
Kristin

Dee Dee’s on Cornwallis Street Delights

I’m convinced that it would be impossible to write a negative, nay even a mediocre review of Dee Dee’s on Cornwallis Street. Fact of the matter is, both Dee Dee’s in Peggy’s Cove and the newer location in the North End make fresh, delightfully tasty ice cream using as many local ingredients as they can. I won’t lie, I have an ice cream craving almost nightly, and when I heard that Dee Dee’s had opened not far from my house it didn’t take much convincing to get me to head down for a scoop or two.
It was around 7:30 in the evening when we strolled in, and I was immediately struck by the bright, well-lit and friendly atmosphere of the small space. It was packed both inside and out with people eating and chatting. As we walked in the door, the smell of fresh-made waffle cones was both immediate and intoxicating. My mouth started watering almost instantaneously.
I stepped up to place my order, a scoop of my absolute favourite ice cream in existence, mint chocolate chip. I couldn’t stop there though; how boring, how predictable, how unadventurous of me. I opted for a scoop of Mexican chocolate ice cream to finish off my cone, resigned to the fact that I would probably love it, if only because my love for both chocolate and all things Mexicana runs deep.

It was love at first…lick. I’ve never had mint chocolate chip ice cream that wasn’t green, and the fact that this one was au naturel was enough to sell me on it right there. It had a ton of tiny chocolate chips which provided an excellent little crunch in every bite. The mint flavour was perfectly balanced, neither overwhelming nor too subtle and the ice cream itself was so creamy, so smooth and delightful…this is painful to write without a cone in hand. Whatever will I do now that I live in the ‘burbs, equal distance from both the Peggy’s Cove and Cornwallis Street locations?

As I neared the end of my scoop of mint chocolate chip, I got my first taste of what was to come with the Mexican chocolate and I was already wishing I had three (or more!) additional scoops of it to satisfy my sweet tooth. The richness of the chocolate alone sent me reeling with euphoria and then came the almost smoky, spicy aftertaste. I was in heaven. I’ve been searching all this time for that perfect combination of chocolate and heat and my typical go-to of Lindt dark chocolate with chiles just hadn’t been cutting it. I’m (almost) embarrassed to admit that after that first blissful visit to Dee Dee’s, I returned twice later that week, a true testament to the power of mouth-watering, made-from-scratch goods. If you haven’t already, head on down before the sun stops shining, and experience the truly delightful treat that is Dee Dee’s.

Cheers,
Kristin