Sunday, September 1, 2019

Halifax, Canda

So I know what you're thinking.  Iconman, where have you been?  Whelp, glorious 8, I've been busy.  And I decided to go to Halifax, Canada.  And now you're thinking why the fuck would you go to Halifax Canada?  It's a great question beloved 8 and it's simple when you think about it.  A free trip.  Weed is legal.  And Halifax has a vibrant FB scene with a ton of young trim running around.  Not to mention the fucking ax throwing, eh?

Bicycle Thief:  We went here on a hot day, with the circus in town.  It was a god-damned factory.  The service was abysmal, and the food was fine except it was served by a hoser masquerading as a waitress.  Seriously, service was brutal, eh.

Steve-o-reno's:  Uh, we had coffee and breakfast sandwiches.  A lot of character, but I didn't shit myself.  Well I did, but it's cause of the coffee.

Compass Distillers:  Pre Kismit, cocktails.  Good, a little over the top for me, but they took it very seriously.  Try the Aquavit.

Bar Kismit--Fucking lights out.  We ordered the entire menu, the open face grilled cheese with dijon, the ravioli, man it all was spectacular.  We probably drank too much, and we definitely closed the place, but if there's one place to go in Halifax, this is the place...

Black Sheep:  Rolled in here so fucking mawga that food sounded abysmal, but their menu was a hungover person's wet dream.  Their bacon sucked--due to its Candadienness.

HighwayMan:  Ended up here after our first choice had a two hour wait.  Basically ordered the entire menu again, and drinks, so repeated the Bar Kismit strategy except the food was about four floors down.  The ham was exceptional, on a big-ass leg in the back.  I wouldn't say it was bad so I'll call it a decent value.


Overall Halifax was a good weekend.  I can't imagine living there without going completely mental, but not a bad jaunt if you're looking for something close, international, and easy.

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