Today Kerry and I were dithering about where to go for lunch. Were we feeling adventurous or were we more in the mood for familiarity. In the end adventurous won.
Earlier in the morning we had passed by
Canyon Creek Restaurant
and I had asked what it was not realizing it was a restaurant. When it came time to decide where to eat this popped into the conversation. We headed back in its direction.
One of Kerry’s favourite dishes is a well prepared pork chop. On their specialty menu is a photograph of a very lovely looking pork chop. When the server came to take our order Kerry and she got involved in a discussion of pork chops and Kerry expressed her desire for some fat on her pork. The discussion seem to devolve into something in which Kerry thought perhaps she should order something else. However, the server said she would tell the kitchen to find the fattiest porkchop they could and prepare that. She assured Kerry that this would be probably the best pork chop ever. (Bear with me. All of this is preparatory material which will make sense eventually.)
One of the things on the menu was steak frites but with truffle french fries. Of all the things in the world that I despise it is even the slightest whiff of truffle in any form. I asked if we could forgo the truffle and the server was kind enough to point out another option which was more to my liking.
We also ordered calamari. It was very satisfactory. Tender, tasty and sprinkled with fried onion strings, fried jalapeño rings and a strip or two of red pepper.
Shortly after the server had taken our order and presented it to the kitchen and while I was powdering my nose, someone from management came over to talk to Kerry about her wish for a fatty pork chop. I am sure they expected to find a two headed, bearded and inebriated freak. Who else would want fat on their pork chop in this age of healthy living.
Scott, was most delightful. He discussed the preparation of the chop in considerable detail with Kerry. He explained that it was brined for six hours and there were other details that I missed while repairing my shiny nose.
We munched away on the calamari and before we were even halfway through it our chosen dishes arrived.
Mine was satisfactory. The steak was tasty and tender, the onion strings were good. Only the fries could’ve been improved with a little more seasoning.
Kerry’s plate looked quite delightful and when she cut into her pork chop I remarked that it did look juicy.
But it was quickly obvious that this pork chop was not living up to any expectations. Kerry cut off a small piece and asked me to try it. I was forced to spit it out into my napkin something that I’m not proud of but I sure as hell wasn’t swallowing it. Kerry said it tasted like cleaning solution. I wasn’t sure it was cleaning solution but it was a very strange flavour that I just wasn’t going to swallow.
Scott must have followed our plates out of the kitchen as he arrived at our table just as we had both taken a bite of the pork chop. He could not have been any more apologetic. He immediately offered to replace it with something else.
Kerry opted for a small steak like mine.
Her pork chop was removed from her plate but at her request the rest of the meal was left with her awaiting a replacement protein.
Scott returned at some point with further information about the preparation of the pork chop when we learned that the brine contained not only salt and sugar but also white wine, bay leaf, rosemary and perhaps some other things. We have no idea who would think that this made an effective brine but it certainly would explain the resiny taste of the pork particularly so if anyone had been heavy-handed with the bay and the rosemary.
Neither Scott nor our server seem to be able to apologize enough.
Kerry’s plate was brought back with a steak which was much more satisfactory, and an interesting selection of green beans, golden beets and carrots.
In fairness to all, the staff did bend over backwards to try to make up for the pork chop which included a discount on the total bill and a membership in their customer club which involved among other things a $10 gift certificate.