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I don't drink beer. I know. I'm disgusting and should be sent to beer jail (which may sound great to you... not so much for me)
That being said, I love me a game of square peg in the round hole. Especially when it's as lovely as bellwoods brewery.
The staff are friendly, prompt and frankly, cool.
The patio, even in 5 degree weather is warm and ambiant. We decided to sit out on the patio for our 6 o'clock lunch to watch the trick or treaters and dressed up puppers. And bc I can't let summer go. I can't! I won't!
We ordered the falafel lettuce wraps and the duck meatballs from the perfectly balanced and just long enough menu, long enough to make me NEED to come back to try a lot more and short enough I know they are making this stuff with heart and spirit.
Reading their extensive list of beer, cider, porters and stouts... I was overwhelmed in the best way, the descriptions of each are fun and seem to give you a sense of the ride you are in for for each.
What really took me by surprise was the amazing super awesome non alcohol choices. Cold brew drip pilot coffee guys. For real.
Boylans soda in two flavours, FRICKIN Komboucha (I'm talking at a brewery dudes, it was exciting. Bc I'm a nerd and it's great to be a nerd) my fave sparkling, eska. And as great as this non-alcoholic list is, this is where a half a star was lost for me (as well as for a food item, more on that later)
There was not a hot cider. Or... a hot beer toddy...
Now... I could be mistaken, and I will be picking the staffs brain a bit next time I go, but from my scan of the menu, there was only cold or coffee.
Nbd... just a personal le sigh.
Now the food: it's Monday, I was going in light.
The BEAUUUUATTTAFUL (said like Jim Carrey, bc fuck topical) falafel lettuce wraps were a delight to behold in their tidy simplicity. And the tahini was perfectly measured against the thin and delicate fermented turnip. The falafel was spiced just the right amount of rich.
The duck meatballs.... oh lawdy these hot meatballs are massive and scrumptious and a perfect foil to my eat light plans.
They are served piping hot, smothered in a nearly effervescent onion and tomato stew. It was so frothy without froth or bubbles... it melted on the tongue and the shavings of melted cheese and clumps of duck meatball were the only reason the sauce made it to your mouth instead of floating away.
The only two things to disparage are that the meatballs in their giant, savoury and triad glory, had to end. And the other is that by the end of the first meatball you do get a little overwhelmed by the salt. It's a very salty dish. (That's the other quarter star deduction, again a super personal reason so take that with a grain of substitute seasoning)
I will be back for a proper drink beyond root beer and eska. Until then...here are some pictures of the beautiful foods I just ate.
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