Restaurants & Bars 7


maisonbistro | Dec 5, 2008 06:03 PM

So, I just got back from dinner at le Petit Munich, in the West Island - on St. John's - across the street from Loblaws. Dinner was eh - the best part was the bread they served. All different kinds of rolls and bread- the best being a rye (but forget the Jewish rye we know, it's a real honest to goodness 70% rye flour (or maybe even more) bread - dark, with a few walnuts thrown in for good measure- delicious. They had about 10 different varieties of sausages you can order, the usual schnitzels, goulashes and assorted German type foods. Dessert was a choice of slices of cake presented on a platter - the linzer torte was good, the sacher torte horrible (just sweet- that was the only "flavour" you could discern, and yes, I know, sweet isn't a flavour - but trust me, taste this and you'll know what I mean). So dinner was eh. BUT, there is also a bakery attached and they have a rather large selection of german/austrian products (some even with unilingual german packaging - don't tell the OLF) - but the Stollen. Oh the stollen. They have 3 types - the wonderful lady behind the counter rattled off their names in german (sorry, no sprechenzie deutsch here) - but she described them to me as the light one - no marzipan but with quark (huh?), the authentic one - with marzipan and the motherlode - the heavy one with butter etc... Well, I had to go whole hog, and bought the heavy one. We also picked up a loaf of that amazing Rye bread and a pretzel "croissant" - we were there in the evening (duh, yeah, it was dinner time) so I can only imagine the wealth of baked goods when one deigns to go when they open. Big problem with the stollen. Big big problem. OMG it's amazing. Now, I'm no stollen expert - I can judge packi at 20 paces, but stollen -not so much. But this stuff is amazing. The problem?? Well, my diet. Shot to hell in one fell bite. Stupid stupid stollen, why did I have to buy you? See, I hear it calling me as I write this, and I've already had two slices.... damn the stollen.

So, dinner was nondescript, but the bakery part, SO worth the drive out there. YUM. They also have a large array of cookies - even a stollen cookie -that she explained was made with the same dough as the stollen but somehow flattened to be a cookie. Oh God, just call me Kirstey Alley - weight up, weight down, weight up, weight down. Stupid stollen.

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