Catherine and I are in Halifax for three days this week while Oliver is in the loving care of his Nana and Poppa back at home. This will be the longest that both of us have been away from wee O since, well, ever. He seemed quite non-plussed by the prospect of our extended absence; his only concern, according to Catherine, was that we be back in time for Valentine’s Day.

We’re using our time here in the Big City to do all the things one can’t do back in the Little City. Like eating chili-pepper infused food, Turkish mezes and drinking good coffee, shopping for organic cotton boxer shorts (well, not exactly “shopping,” more “marveling at the sheer variety of stuff on sale here”).


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Bob Nicholson on February 6, 2007 - 01:27 Permalink

Hi Peter,

I’d like to suggest that you try out The Hungry Chili on Blowers Street. I rarely go to Halifax without making a stop there. Everything I’ve tried has been good, but the Hot Numbing Chicken is amazing. Very affordable lunch specials,too.

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Lola on February 6, 2007 - 02:43 Permalink

As a second suggestion and a complement to your cappuchino addiction, I recommend you try the coffee at Steve-o-Renos. It’s quite fabulous.

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Peter Rukavina on February 6, 2007 - 03:10 Permalink

I had the Hot Numbing Chicken at The Hungry Chili last night for dinner. It was, as you say, amazing.

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Kevin O'Brien on February 6, 2007 - 15:15 Permalink

Highly Recommended: Cafe Chianti, 5165 South Street.

Their virtual tour does the place justice:


It’s an Italian eatery with some specalities from other traditions; their Transylvanian Goulash is a blitz of flavour which has inspired dozens of dishes in my kitchen. They have more menu items than most fine resturants and prices that suggest something much more humble than what you’ll find.

I don’t know if he’s still there (and I wish I could remember his name) but they had/have the most wonderful waiter. A cheery, charming, forgetful chap in his early to mid 60s, steel grey hair, permanent smile, possessing the quintessence of professionalism; a man who seems to be on a mission to make each visitor feel more welcome than the last. Forgets everything, misses nothing; sounds like a contradiction, but true.

Bon app

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harriet on February 6, 2007 - 22:46 Permalink

Hi and hugs to catherine…
if at all possible
check out the Anna Torma exhibit at Mt. St. Vincent U…
cheers H

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Yuppy Islander on February 12, 2007 - 13:51 Permalink

Sniff… (insert affected upper crust accent).

Well, I would suggest you try some of the scrumptious little shoppes along that wonderful shopping district called Spring Garden Road. It really is just a touch of Queen Street West or 5th Avenue stuck here in the provincial Maritimes.

And of course you absolutely must try the delicious nourriture at the lovely restaurants where you can dine on all the food from those other “ethnicities” that the Canadian bourgeois reading this missive would delight to partake in. It really puts our humble provinces on par with Paris, Quebec, and, dare I say it, even Toronto. Our palates are really so advanced….