Dave’s Selection
Sometimes a person has to leave before she can be invited
back. Former Edmontonian, now a Saskatoonian, Leia Bridge fit that category,
and so she accompanied the group on this outing. The stage was set for this dinner
club when we saw a warning sign that read: Caution gunshots and frightening
scenes. We were worried our little Zawada would get too scared. The title of
the play was Death Trap and the food was served buffet style. We were seated in
a booth and it was a good thing too. People placed at tables often had to turn
their heads to see the play and those located next to aisles were bothered by
patrons going to and from the buffet. The selection of food looked larger than
it actually was. The dining hall was sectioned into three clusters of tables.
However, each section presented the same dishes as the others. Also, there was
a display of desserts and a meat carving station on opposite sides of the
space. Of everything we ate, the following dishes topped the list: Leia liked
the Yorkshire pudding. Bree beat her way to the front of the line for the prime
rib with extra extra horse radish sauce and au jus. Angela savoured the salmon
lox. Dave’s favourite was the chicken stuffed with goat cheese. As good as the
main course was, the desserts took the cake. Literally. There were almost too
many to choose from: chocolate fondue, strawberry panacotta, chocolate mousse,
chocolate cake with strawberry topping, caramel chocolate pecan, all sorts of
fruit… I’m sure we we’re missing lots. Suffice it to say, the desserts were a
definite highlight. We would be remiss if we didn’t mention the play itself. We
loaded up our dessert plates and hyped up our expectations. We hoped it would
be great. There is no other way to say it. It wasn’t. This murder mystery about
a writer struggling to find his muse was plagued by too many twists to the
plot. Did the protagonist kill his protégé to steal his story ideas? Were both
writers actually conspiring together for ulterior motives? Was the apprentice
more in control than his mentor? Sorry to say, by the end we didn’t care. All
in all, we loved our evening, and the company especially, but perhaps a musical
would have been better in retrospect. 
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