At The Flying Pig, in Vancouver’s Yaletown, the tucked away feel, and instant camaraderie gained amongst us, the barkeep, and fellow trough dwellers only adds to the fabulous fare and libations. True, when you pull up only a few feet from the server’s domain it is difficult to not receive acknowledgement, but she is busy too. With the bar close at hand, I have the ability to taste test the Razor’s Edge Shiraz before committing, and can easily request a small alteration without causing a scene to the delectable Beetroot and Arugala Salad. Oh, and even to a vegetarian, seeing an entire bar lined with the monstrous Red Wine Braised Beef Short Ribs is awe-inspiring and leaves me salivating.
I have found my new fav spot and it is not one distinct restaurant but a location and type of ambiance within the dining world – bar side for two please.