18348 Lessard Road 780-756-7710
Angela's Selection
Have you ever been to a restaurant where the meals you ate were not your choice? Neither had we until we met Corey, our waiter. Immediately after learning of our Dinner Club mission, he snatched the menus from our hands and asked us to trust him. Despite Angela's initial hesitation (What if he chose only the expensive items on the menu?), we agreed. Sweet surrender. After a brief but heated battle over which plate was designated for the olive oil/balsamic vinegar for our bread (Bree was right. Dave was wrong. Corey brought us new plates), our first appetizer arrived. It was a caesar salad like no other. The big head of lettuce came out on its plate chopped into three sections. They charred it, dressing and all, to bring out the flavour. We loved! And then BAM! Corey uppercuts us with the best part of the meal: the fettucinni! Even without cream in the sauce, the garlic, the buffalo mozzarella, the butter... it melted in our mouths. We had to request a second helping. It was a guilty pleasure indeed. With his next surprise, could Corey equal the amazing fettucinni? Not exactly. It depends on whom you ask. When the brussel sprouts arrived, Angela recoiled in true childhood horror. (If only there was ketchup). Meanwhile Bree laughed at Angela until her childhood nemesis arrived: beats. It was Angela's turn to gloat. Dave... was Switzerland. With the vegetables, we received bistecca, a sizeable medium rare steak. It was tasty but nothing to write home about. Where Vivo somewhat dropped the ball was the limited dessert selection. Because we passed on the cheese platter, we were left with tiramisu and gelato. Not being coffee fans, the tiramisu ranked second to the sour apple, blood orange and lemon flavoured gelato. Throughout the meal we wet our whistles with pellegrinos for Dave and Angela/Bree switched things up by ordering two bottles of a white wine called Blasted Church. Hell never tasted so good. The decor was modern with an open style kitchen where an eager eater could sit watch them cook. So Corey, if you're reading this, it's time for your report card: Bree holds up a 9.5 on her old school score card (Beats, really?). Angela offers 1 and 3/4 thumbs up (Brussel sprouts... no ketchup). Teacher Dave gives an A- (Corey is not a hot female). Vivo is definitely worth a second go.
