Remember that song, “It’s My Party (and I’ll cry if I want to)”?

I do.

It’s old.

And far away.

You know what’s not old and not far away, though?  Where I was at on Saturday night.

You see, we made arrangements to meet two friends at a restaurant that I know best for one thing – being EXTREMELY close to my house.

But that’s not all Abigail’s Party is known for.  I had some things to say about Abigail’s Party in September (vis-a-vis The Flying Tiger) and after this past weekend’s visit, I can assure you that there are a couple of other things that immediately pop to mind as being memorable.

Let me break it down for you, like old times, in list format:

• Food – from pulled pork sliders (and I just love sliders) to bison gnocchi to cinnamon donuts like the kind you used to get at the PNE as a kid,minus the PNE and the kid part, Abigail’s Party, like Flying Tiger mind you, has got the concept of small plates down very well.  We were suitably impressed at the variety and the flavour.
• Price – no complaints at all.  There were four of us and including great wine, multiple share plates, dessert, and drinks, the bill was very reasonable (less than $50 per head)
• Ambience – dim, funky music, classy crowd and appropriate volume
• Wine selection – Wingnut (California Zin) and Crios (Argentina Malbec) were both on the board – huge points!
• Service (my favourite) – we were approached at various intervals from our server, who was very helpful in suggesting some of her favourites. She was also very patient and receptive as two of us were trying to desparately convince her that the pulled pork sliders would be better if they were larger…like on kaiser buns…and maybe served with an all-you-can-eat option

So here’s the wrap:

Kits residents, you likely are aware of Abigail’s Party .In fact, you probably fall into either one of two camps: 1) you’ve walked/drove past it; or 2) you’ve been.

Non-Kits residents, you’ve probably heard of Tangerine, it’s predecessor. Well, take it from me, and the kaiser sliders, Abigail’s Party is reason enough to wander back to 1685 Yew Street (between York and 1st)!

darren