Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Red Ox Inn, Edmonton, Alberta

Heard so many good things about this place. Our table was not ready for us when we arrived, no problem, we can get a drink while we wait...oh..no we cant, what you see is what you get.  We had to awkwardly stand in the tiny doorway, all the customers at tables were looking at us, we felt like we were interrupting everyones dinner, ahha. So we decided to wait outside.
The waitress was kind enough to come out and get us when our table was ready. We were sat at this tiny table, which felt like we were on the edge of the kitchen and the other tables.  We really would have preferred a more private table.  Wow it was loud in there, Friday night i suppose thats why, we had to almost yell at each other to have a conversation...
Yikes, ok no problem, just get me some wine and all will be fine.....20 minutes later, i was asked if i would like a drink... sigh..the wine was sooo good once i finally got it :)
Appetizers, crab cake, good, however the cold beet soup added to the bottom of the plate was definetly unnecessary. We also had the grilled organic Australian prawns, crispy corn-shrimp dumplings, scallions, spicy chipotle mayo. My Prawns were still grey, undercooked, the dumplings were good though. Seasoning was off putting, almost like burnt pepper...i dont think that prawns from Australia are the most appetizing, i mean think of the journey, how fresh can they be?
Joe had the special which was venison wrapped in bacon, with a tasty blueberry sauce, he enjoyed it very much.
I had the lamb, with a barley, mascarpone risotto, and a few vegetables. Lamb was very tender and tasty, bit too salty for my palate. Overall it was good.  Prices are up there, a bit too much up there.....Small portions for what you pay for.  I dont mind small portions, just dont charge soo much.
We will try it again, the service was pretty good, next time we will maybe try a weekday and hope that we aren't sitting next to another table with 15 25 year old men...

Natasha:)

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