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| - in the past month I drove/strolled along 17th and wondered about the place that weaved the massive rusty Cleaver and the droves of people that buzzed about inside this restaurant.
Finally the opportunity to try Cleaver came on a Sat night when I had to scratch my brain trying to find a place to eat/drink with someone who seemed well-versed in Calgary's trendy food spots.
"Actually I don't think I've ever been there, sound delicious!"
Win.
Reservations were a cinch. Cleaver didn't use the Open Table site but sent confirmation texts on the day of.
The atmosphere of cleaver is somewhat very steampunk, old england indsutrial, and speakeasy.
I gotta dock one star for our hovering waitress who constantly asked us if we were good. I hadn't taken three sips of my drink when she asked if I wanted another one. She was nice though, but there were tables were free so I'm not sure what the deal was.
The ambiance is enticing and a little romantic,
Appies were legen...wait for it....TASTY, I had my heart set on the yorkshire pudding with chicken liver, while my companion tried to sell the tempura kale to me.
"You had me at tempura."
The drinks, were supreme. Someone decided to start the night with an ominous drink that spelled trouble "So long to sober." Indeed, that beast of a drink was so sweet you didn't realize you just invited the bad seed into your system. I settled for the close cousin of the old fashioned, as well as a well crafted Manhattan.
It's a pricey joint, I'll give it that. But the food was stellar and the drinks were potent enough to send two people giggling away into the streets.
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