Obiter Dicta Issue 13 - March 23, 2015 | Page 22

ARTS & CULTURE 22  Obiter Dicta Jurisfoodence » continued from page 18 I ordered a different kind of drink to accompany my meal: a milkshake! More like soft-serve ice cream, the thick peanut butter milkshake I ordered came with a healthy dollop of whipped cream and some nuts sprinkled on top. It was sinfully delicious; if we lived in a world where calories didn’t exist, I would live off of it. The Food K ate: Though I was tempted to try the classic allday breakfast at R&S, I was told by some friends that I absolutely had to get the griddled Brie cornbread. Feeling like I should branch out and try one of the unique and signature dishes R&S has to offer, I followed this advice. The cornbread arrived topped with a slab of brisket and a fried egg, and covered in maple syrup and chilli sauce. Though R&S does cornbread well, there was almost too much of it in proportion to the rest of what was on the plate. Unfortunately, the meat was also a bit chewy. Regardless, the combination of flavours was interesting and pretty tasty, though I was unable to finish it and felt like I had clogged some arteries about halfway through; this is definitely not a meal for the faint-of-heart. K arolina: I ordered the Avonlea clothbound cheddar omelette, which was served with toast topped with avocado and walnuts. Google has taught me that Avonlea clothbound cheddar is an award-winning cheese from PEI with complex flavours and aromas. Unfortunately, it was virtually indiscernible in the omelette—had it not said on the menu that the omelette came with cheddar, I would never have known from just eating it. One flavour which did come through very distinctly was that of olive oil, which the omelette, toast, and nuts were swimming in. While I am an avid olive oil enthusiast, “too much of a good thing” is evidently a concept that the cooks at R&S are unfamiliar with. Thus, the meal turned into a bland palette of flavours that vaguely resembled a combination of walnuts, egg, and avocado muddled beneath the dominant flavour of mediocre olive oil (Kate and I were schooled on how to discern the difference between excellent and middling olive oil while on a wine tasting tour in Tuscany—one of the most valuable lessons I learned whilst in Italy!). Luckily, the dish was enlivened by the homemade chilli sauce that I requested. Those who are fatigued by the ubiquitous presence of Frank’s Red Hot as the