Headed down to Au Petit Chavignol for the first time, ready to try something new and exciting. First thing we noticed was the amazing carver they had...a brightly painted machine capable of effortlessly slicing paper-thin pieces of proscuitto and other meats.
Had a heck of a time trying to decide what to order…so many options. There were an $18 menu with a Soup du Jour or a Prosciutto di Parma starter, and a Four Cheese Mac and Cheese or Cheese and Charcuterie Plate for the main. The $28 had an Arugula Salad or Jamon Serrano to start, followed by a Bacon Gruyere Mac and Cheese or another Cheese and Charcuterie Plate.
The Prosciutto was from the cheaper menu, but was by far the better of the two. Maybe it was because it was aged 24 month instead of the 12 month that the Jamon Serrano was aged? The Serrano was drizzled with an olive oil that was amazing, something called Mas d’en Gil. So although the Jamon wasn’t as good as I expected, the olive oil was outstanding.
The little baguette slices were perfect with the meats, but the rosemary crackers were way too powerful for the delicately flavoured meats. We decided to save it for the Cheese and Charcuterie plate instead.
The entree from the $28 was a Cheese and Charcuterie Plate that came with a Pate Perigord, which is a pork pate with a heart of foie gras. Also on the plate were two cheese, a Roubine de Noyan from Quebec (very brie like with a soft rind) and a 21 month old Comte de Montagne from France (reminiscent of a Spanish manchego).
Both stood up to the rosemary crackers quite well. The 4 petit cornichons were good as well, but the quince paste we could have done without. It was the only thing left on the plate when we were done.
The only downside came when we paid the bill. They brought the portable machine over, tried it twice without any luck. Then someone said that their credit/debit machine hasn't been working for the past hour or two. We were then told to walk to the credit union down the street to get some cash. Now, if it were two girls, neither of us would have felt safe wandering around the 800-block of East Hastings around 9pm at night. And admittedly, a bank/communication error isn’t their fault but something just didn't feel right.