The sublime joys of being a martial artist…Last night we headed out to a new place to enjoy some after-class beer and talking. We’d been alternating between two places. One, the Whip, had good food and beer, but was really noisy and only had limited gluten-free food for our celiac-affected companion. Also…kinda super-hipstery. Lots of raised eyebrows whenever we go in. But…good beer.

Our second place was Max’s burgers, which have awesome burgers with bacon marmalade and good beer. And really nice staff who actually asked us to come back and be regulars. Nice. You have to appreciate that, but our wallets disagree. Great food comes at great price. Worth it, but we can only afford it once in a while.

So last night we hit a new place, the Wallflower. Again, hipster as all f-word. It’s apparently a thing, now. More raised eyebrows when we went in, but we expected that. Sat down and things looked good. The beer selection was minimal, but the tap was acceptable. Menu had a million gluten free items, and a good selection for the rest of us. The food…was not good. McCain’s frozen french fries, burned to a crisp? Soggy tasteless burger buns. I had the spicy chicken wrap, which was apparently spicy by addition of a vinegary hot-ish sauce, which may have been the only flavour. Lots of crisp and yummy lettuce, though.

We finish up our so-so meals, pay our bills, and get up to leave. It’s a bit of a production, since we all need to hoist our swords up on various carrying rigs with a clatter of steel and bundle up for the cold. If the food wasn’t good, the company was, and we were all happily chatting as we kitted up and headed for the door…

In complete silence. The entire packed and busy restaurant had paused in conversation and was watching us we walked out. There was a palpable feeling of hostility being directed our way, as if to scold us for effrontery of daring to violate this pristine space with our filthy selves.

I’m thinking we might head back to Max’s next week…