Streetmeat: La Brasserie Street

Sometimes it's one key component that makes a sandwich, one single thing perfected; the freshly baked bun or the slow-roasted meat. The chicken sandwich from La Brasserie Street cart brings it all together. The rotisserie chicken combined with the gravy, balanced with the crispy onions and topped with a deliciously soft bun from Tartine Bakery is handheld heaven. Can't really expect anything less from La Brass. 

Big Man + Small Cart = Good Food.

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You know, just in case you've missed my blathering obsession with La Brasserie.

The Suckling Pig.

The Friday Boulliabase.

 

 Jody's heavenly Mushroom Ragout over Spaetzle

Lunch @ The Brass

A while back when La Brasserie started doing a lunch service during the week I went on my break and had one of my favorites from their menu, the melt-in-your-mouth lamb cheeks.

If you eat this on your lunch you will not want to go back to work, you will want to curl up into a ball, sigh, and have a nice little nap.

Petit Lapin!

On Easter Monday I ate Thumper/Peter Cottontail/ The Easter Bunny. All of these near and dear to my heart, tasted as good as they looked. 

Ps. Do I really have to tell you where?

BUCK-A-SHUCK!

What? I'm talking about The Brass again? I know, it's not all that hard to believe, considering I have a huge boner for this place. In my quest to eat at all the places on Davie and Denman I can admit that I've gotten a little distracted by the shiny turquiose chairs at Corner Suite Bistro, the tacos from La Taqueria, and the cute boys at the Brasserie. But fuck it, this is MY Choose Your Own Adventure book.  And I'm not just going to mindlessly plough through all the food out there because that would be boring, I'm looking for the whole package. An intimate venue, servers who remember your name, deserts worth fantasizing about, and a menu that I have a hard time picking from because I WANT IT ALL. I'm looking for a place that makes my small-town ass feel welcome and serves food that tastes like heaven. That's not too much to ask right? 

So headed out on a Wednesday night with some girls from work to share the experience of buck-a-shuck. A little wine and poutine later, and as usual, I was not dissipointed.  

La Brasserie

This intimate venue is a very amicable union of German and French dining. When I asked the owner/chef why he chose those two regions specifically, he explained that his background was German and that they were looking for a continental feel for their menu. Usually there's a moderate wait on weekends, I recommend going during the week and reading the menu ahead of time to pick your Plat du Jour (I'll probably go back on a Monday - Rabbit!). I went with my lovely friend Laura, simply on a mission to have an authentic French Onion Soup and Creme Brule, which we had been salivating over incessantly at work. Not exactly heart-healthy, for good measure we had a couple glasses of red wine from their reasonably affordable list, and threw in some Steak Tartar and Bratwurst with onion jus and pommes purre (which I tipsily learned is not applesauce, but mashed potatoes). 


Second best thing of the entire night, if you have the option of sitting at the bar, DO IT. Not only do you get to watch your food being made in front of you, but you get to watch two gorgeous men make the food in front of you! Equally delicious, the best thing of the night was the Creme Brule. Retardedly fantastic, perfectly crisp on top, I had a hard time not inhaling the entire thing. Next time I will not share. The service was personal, the atmosphere soft, La Brasserie pulls off a continental menu with a local neighborhood feel. I will bring first dates there, I will go there with friends, and I will go there when I am desperately lonely and need to stare at the chef eye-candy while indulging in Euro sweets.

My newest favorite wine, the Minervois.

The steak tar tar.

The masterpiece, the creme brule.