2 posts tagged with “where to eat”

  • The pull of fresh taffy at The Kitchen

    Chef Jenn Wilkinson of The Kitchen in Ridgeway.

    My column, Eating Niagara, runs every second Wednesday in the St. Catharines Standard, Niagara Falls Review and Welland Tribune.

    Jack Brewster sees untapped potential in his daughter, Chef Jenn Wilkinson.

    Were it up to him, he’d enter Wilkinson in an arm-wrestling competition. I hope he keeps me posted if that ever happens because my money’s on Wilkinson going arm to arm with just about anyone.

    After watching the chef pull taffy at The Kitchen, her newly opened bakery and food shop in Ridgeway, I feel confident the odds are in her favour, and therefore mine.

    Picture a cattle rustler swinging and throwing a lasso to net a steer. Now picture them doing it with a rope made of sugar and water weighing several pounds — one that gets longer and fluffier the more it’s thrown.

    I’m sure you can understand why Wilkinson is a bookie’s arm-wrestling dream.

    “From the time I could walk and talk, I was learning to make taffy,” she said.

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  • Strip Mall Gems: Don Marco’s Italian Eatery

    A pasta dish at Don Marco's Italian Eatery in Welland.

    Strip Mall Gems is a series of Eating Niagara, my column that runs in the St. Catharines Standard, Niagara Falls Review and Welland Tribune.

    It’s wise to listen to your lawyer.

    Wiser, still, if he happens to be a friend with impeccable taste in food. I couldn’t help but think I was being led astray, though, when Ross Macfarlane, lawyer, friend and bon vivant, suggested I meet him for lunch at Don Marco’s Italian Eatery in Welland.

    And I wasn’t sure whether to blame him or my GPS while driving through a residential neighbourhood in Welland’s east end, past a high school, an elementary school, and brown-brick bungalow after brown-brick bungalow. Where the heck was I going?

    That’s when Don Marco’s appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, in a small plaza, neighbouring a convenience store at Wellington and Lincoln streets.

    If the eggplant Parmesan was as good as Ross promised, I had arrived at the epitome of a strip mall gem: that place you’d never know existed until driving past en route to somewhere else, then making note to stop in someday.

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