Literally! Welcome to 2010, folks. (And just for the record, the new decade technically doesn't start until 2011, but the human race does love its whole numbers, so what can you do?)
Our New Year's Eve celebrations were low-key, as always. Maybe a few more people than usual, say about two hundred or so. We spent two and a half hours waiting in the standing-room-only bar at the Keg in Hamilton, the only ones decked out in funky hats and those groovy 2010 glasses. We laughed the time away with a dear friend whom we don't see nearly enough of, reminiscing and taking suggestive / outrageous photos of each other. We stuffed ourselves full of shrimp cocktail, Caesar salad, filet mignon and shot glass servings of carrot cake ("you want that to go?")
I haven't been to a Keg in forever, and forgot how good it was. Yeah, it's a chain, but any time I come in for a Keg Dinner, it's the same quality and deliciousness every time. I don't think I've ever had a steak done wrong there: the still-mooing, bloody-red-centre, slightly wobbly, melt-in-your-mouth medium rare I love so much. You could probably plop down a lot more cash at some other places for beef, but seriously, there's just something so satisfying, so laid-back and un-fussy about eating at the Keg. (Resolution number one: more date nights out at the Keg.)
Then we watched the Canadian junior hockey team beat the pants off the USA in overtime, flatly refusing (and making ample fun of) the Pepsi Team Canada chant (seriously, who green-lighted that one?)
No, there wasn't any wine involved, but our dining companion proved beyond a shadow of a doubt just how crazy one can get even without the aid of buzz-inducing beverages. Thanks a bunch for ringing in the new year with us, Dani. SALON.