Siddall and I spent a few days in Banff last week and it was one of those picture perfect Banff situations where fat, fluffy flakes of snow fell like some sort of Christmas card, and, considering it was midweek, it was delightfully quiet.
Needing to deal with some hangry before our later dinner reservation, we popped into one of my favourite Banff establishments, St. James’s Gate. This is one of the few Canadian pubs that has a legit old country feel, from the dark wood, to the low lights to the well sat-upon booths. The most non-Irish entity in the place was in fact, our server, who was Australian.
We started with cocktails, obvs. St. James’s is more focused on beer (as any Irish pub should be), so the cocktail selection was smallish, but unique. I tried the Southern Iced Tea with Bulleit Bourbon, Peach Schnapps, Iced Tea and lemon garnish, and Siddall had the Pimm’s Cup (Pimms, 7-Up, orange, lemon, raspberry, cucumber and mint).
The Ice Tea was a bit on the sweet side, but went down like water. I did however, prefer Siddall’s Pimm’s Cup, so give that one a go if you aren’t necking with a Guinness.
Considering we were heading to the Grizzly House that night (stay tuned for more on that one), I ate light and had the half order of Lil’ Yorkies. More like Lil’ Balls of Magic really. Maybe it’s because I’m a nut for Yorkshire Pudding, but these were amazeballs. Yorkshire was crisp, beef was tender, and the server also set down a jar of Keen’s Hot Mustard and damn boy was that a foodie match made in heaven.
Siddall had the Caesar Salad with grilled chicken. I helped her out with some of it and it really was a winner. The key to a good Caesar Salad (according to this lady), are bite sized hunks of lettuce, good parm to bacon ratio, lemon slice and a little more on the saucy side. St. James’s delivered.