The word Winterlicious must be synonymous with "treat me like shit and serve me dry salmon" because that certainly seems to be the case this year.
Rosewater on a normal day with a normal menu is a great restaurant to eat and be served in (creative menu, fresh ingredients and great service) but the minute the word 'winterlicious' uttered from our mouths upon entering, all smiles disappeared and we were led promptly to a wobbly table in the upstairs dining room. It is such a shame that good service needs to be absent for a city wide food festival such as this.
The food was a hit and miss on every course. The apps were very stale and dry (thank god for the great selection of Mike Weir wines to help wash it all down) however, the maple smoked chicken on focaccia was juicy and full of flavour served alongside baked frites. For dessert, my brioche downright sucked whereas my friends sorbet rocked her knickers right off.