10190-104 St. 780-760-1780
Angela’s Selection
Congratulations to the Burg for being blessed with our presence on its grand opening weekend. Even so, reservations were not needed as it was surprisingly slow. It was a brick building with an industrial feel. As we entered, there was a pub atmosphere with an open concept to their seating. However, as we ventured farther into the space, wrap around booths offered a more private dining experience. It was the best of both worlds. The top three things we loved about the décor were 1) The cow print design on the benches in the booths. 2) The cluster of bare bulbs that lit our table. 3) The great amount of TV’s showing various games. Our usual game of guess the waitress’s name got a bit carried away. No one guessed her name (It was Shannon) so we tried to guess her other two occupations. She also tried to guess our first names, and when that didn’t go well (Bree is not a Barb), she attempted to predict what we would order. Again, not successful. By this time, we knew we had a kindred spirit in Shannon. Must have been because she was a yoga instructor too. Bree insists we mention that she guessed that correctly. Yay for Bree! Shannon bought her a free drink as a reward. Alrighty, let’s get down to the nitty gritty… food. For a burger joint, the selection was amazing. The appetizers we chose were salt and pepper potato chips, deep fried pickles (the best in the city), and prosciutto wrapped prawns. Truly, it would have been filling enough if we stopped there but of course it’s Dinner Club so we didn’t! Let’s talk burgers. Angela opted for her usual bison burger. Bree ordered the Burg’s self-titled special: The Burg, which came stuffed with bacon and cheese. Not to be outdone, Dave decided on the largest burger on the menu, aptly called The Man Amongst Boys. And despite Shannon’s disparaging remarks, he proved he was a man by finishing it all. Dessert time! There was somewhat of a kerfuffle when Dave did the unexpected by passing on the apple crumble in favour of the ice cream sandwich. Angela saved the day by agreeing to have the crumble. Bree had the lemon tart. As it turned out, the cookies that sandwiched the ice cream were much too tough. The lemon tart was too tart. And the apple crumble was just right. Lucky Angela. The Burg was the trifecta of all awesomeness: Good friends, good food and a sassy waitress. Three bottles of wine didn’t hurt either.
