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Another restaurant opened up in hipsterville. It's unassuming, so unassuming that Aerie and I walked right by it. We almost got to Clinton when we realized we had gone too far.
Quality Aerie-GG time is not frequent enough so we always make sure to pick a place that will make our taste buds happy. The last time we got any one-on-one action was Bannock, and that was questionable happiness.
L'Ouvrier means worker, and the restaurant's philosophy has something to do with believing that food is less art and more hard work. The space used to be an afterhours club, and well, you can tell. It looks a bit like a pop-up restaurant. The restaurant stripped everything down and kept the space raw and white except for some noticeable flashes of hot pink - one hot pink table and the aprons the servers wore. I didn't like the decor, but after some digging, at least now I understand it: A friend, Courtney Wotherspoon, designed the installations for them: The materials in the baggies hanging on the wall are evidently from the reno.
Now to the food, Aerie and I had some quality time laughing over scones:
They were okay. A little dense and dry. The preserve was mango; I would have preferred something else.
Both of our choices were served with really well-seasoned, well-cooked french fries):
Aerie's burger ($16) - She liked everything but the crumbling meat.
Fried egg sandwich with house smoked bacon ($13) - I really, really liked this. The bacon was so good. Word of warning the bread was really, really buttery. My hands were soaking in grease post-sandwich.
It was a lovely brunch. And we worked off some of the delicious calories by taking a nice stroll through the city. Quality time is so very precious.
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