Uruguay? Am not. UR-uguay...

A return visit to Cafe Taste on Queen W. last night after watching Canada kick Ruskie ass in the Juniors Hockey Championship. Even better than the first time. Busy chatty place with cozy atmosphere and nice art for sale.

Three of us split the way more interesting cheese plate - chevre with cranberry chutney, a bleu, and some brie on very yummy olive bread and sesame/flax ultra thin crackers. Nobody else liked olives, so Sheena indulged, putting the pits on the table because we didn't get any side plates. Not from a can.

Yes, that is a real ram's horn as candleholder.

Presentation was quite lovely, though as we looked more closely at the wooden serving board that the cheese was on, realized it was some kind of painted board. Wondered what kind of paint it was. And whether they still used lead in paints. And if maybe that's why it tasted so good. Memories of childhood, perhaps.

Squabbled over wine selection. I wanted a white with the cheese plate and they wanted red. Decided it was just best if we all got our own glass. They were out of the Malivoire Pinot Gris, so pointed to another selection and asked what the hell it was. The manager/server/bartender beamed and proudly described what was to become Sheena's first encounter with a Uruguayan wine. The Don Pascual Viognier was pleasant enough, but I wouldn't exactly run out and buy a case. But now my curiousity is piqued, and might seek out others. Cheap enough.

Had the same thing as last visit, because I regretted being too full and not finishing it the first time. Goat cheese, walnut spinach salad. Highly recommended.

Made crank calls to French people, making fun of their names. Then off to the pub for a nightcap. More to follow.