58 The Esplanade
Most of us Pickles agreed that the Bier Markt on a Saturday night is the stinkiest kind of fromage. Boys with baseball caps and BO, girls looking their skankiest; not really a good scene for six of Toronto's hippest chicks.
But, throw us in there on a Wednesday, mix in a few professional designer-type people, beer selected from the massively huge menu, maybe a martini or two, poutine with capers
, and three of the most artful pieces of cheesecake ever seen, add some ice and stir and you have the makings of a classic girls night.
Generally, Pickles don't do boys on girls night -- it's something of a rule. But far be it for us to pass up a primo networking/schmoozing opportunity. We're not above mixing business with pleasure.
The room is appropriately Euro, right down to the long tables and benches ripped straight out of a German beer garden, no doubt. Most go to the Markt (can anyone tell me what happened to the "E?") for the moules,
but our Tracey tucked right into Montreal's greatest creation (and I'm including the Canadiens in that equation), poutine. With capers. Which were apparently quite lovely.
The beer menu is quite long (like, hundreds of beers in every permutation), but let me just save you the trouble. Apricot Wheat Beer. Yummy. And delicious with the three towers o' cheesecake we ordered, which have a sweet, tender surprised tucked right into the middle and came served with raspberry coulis and
a blueberry garnish. Oh my!
The evening went late, but the company was good, so we hardly even noticed. As for the Markt, on this particular Wednesday, it gets a hearty thumbs up.