Bonterra has a unique and interesting italian menu. I tried their Prosciutto con Pera and Polpetti Di Vitello to start. The pears were sweet and paired well with the salted pork, so well that it felt like a tango inside my mouth. The venison meatballs were packed with voracious flavour, so much that I had to eat it with the Bonterra's exquisite in house bread. For the main course I had too half orders of pasta: the Carbonarra and the Amatriciana. The Carbonarra was...ok enough with the fancy writing. I blacked out, I remember my maw whirring away like a motorboat, plates were flying, utensils were being thrown like darts into the wall, babies were crying.
Also I was a bit concerned with the service this night as our server seemed a little disorganized and slow. It seemed like she had to serve a room full of raucous suits har-harring away in the other room. And who do I see strolling out? Mayor Nenshi, along with his secret league of Mayors, riding off to god knows where Mayors go to on a thursday night.
Someday...someday...