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| - Our host in Montreal had made a reservation for 14 of us after a work-related event. Truth be told, we're scientists, so of course he chose a restaurant called "DNA". I did my research on yelp and, to be honest, was a little worried about how this evening was going to go because: 1) I wasn't in the mood for offal, and 2) it sounded like the service could be hit or miss.
Bottom line: the night at DNA was a total gastronomic success. We all left satisfied.
First let me say they dealt with our group (we weren't ornery, but we were big) really well, taking orders efficiently, always topping off glasses, and there were no serving mistakes made. The wines were excellent, and we all especially remarked about the Canadian whites.
To start I had a green salad, but this was no ordinary green salad. It had delicious little sour berries with it, just the right amount of dressing, and finely chopped vegetables to round out the very flavorful mixed greens. If that's the house salad, I thought, we're in for a treat.
For my main course I had fish, nicely crisped on the outside but still moist inside, with butternut squash caponata. My dining companions had butternut risotto (which had that lovely consistency that Italian restaurants strive for, where it spreads on the plate) and goat leg with peach marmalade. Everyone literally cleaned their plates.
For dessert I had apple crisp with vanilla ice cream. The ice cream didn't melt too fast against the warm crisp, which was more like cobbler and such a pleasant, homey finish to the meal. The topping was just the right amount of sweet and I loved being able to see the vanilla bean's seeds in the ice cream.
My half-complaints: the waitress described the goat as "baby goat", which made me a big sad; and the men's bathroom apparently played commentary from an old well-known hockey game between the Canadiens and the Oilers, but no such entertainment in the women's room. Note to DNA: women like hockey too! On the interesting side, the bar's TVs were playing the movie Sideways.
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