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| - Before we talk Liverpool House, let's talk Joe Beef. Mr. Beef is high on my restaurant bucket list (inclusive of not unpopular dining establishments like Noma, Jiro, and liquor-licensed Taco Bell). Unlike some other luminaries, I finally had a clear and easy shot at checking this off the list, thanks to a friend's decision to host his bachelor party in Montreal. Quite unfortunately, despite a couple month's advance warning, reservations were not to be had. Getting through to via phone Joe Beef is an ordeal in itself, let alone speaking to someone in a rational manner in order to procure said reservation. Alas.
The biggest hangup was our large party (of 10), but our coordinator sold us (and Mr. Beef's purveyors) on Liverpool House, Joe's younger, larger sister restaurant. So while Joe Beef remains bucketed, I at least had a chance to sample the goods. I apologize profusely for the lack of photographic evidence, as Liverpool's hearty spread was enough to feed a small army, and quite deliciously, I might add. I chalk it up to a full slate of day drinking prior, and we were just lucky enough that the groom-to-be made it through the evening. A prix fixe dinner with something like 7 different courses and plates ended up coming to a very respectable price, not inclusive of the mountains upon mountains of Old Fashioneds or something other whiskey cocktails that we ended up ordering that night.
The highlights are the meats, obviously, anything meat. Like Joe Beef, Liverpool House's menu is always chalkboarded, such that the only menu I have is questionably stored in my noggin. However, I do remember the lobster spaghetti, and it's good. To quote Joe Beef aficionado Anthony Bourdain, damn good. The red meat, of which we received two kinds, boneless and bone-in, were also phenomenal. Starter oysters? Yes.
The whole evening was an exercise in pure, gluttonous decadence. And while I didn't technically get Joe Beef in my mouth, I still came away feeling plenty satisfied.
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