Here's the scene: it's the morning after a rockin' Newfoundlander wedding, which capped off a solid three nights of drinking, and I've got some time to kill before a mid-afternoon flight. The few and the proud who are still around and conscious gather together and meet up for breakfast at The Celtic Hearth, looking to soothe our pains with grease and a full belly.
Located in the bottom portion of Bridie Molloy's and fronting on Water Street, The Celtic Hearth is a cozy Irish pub with your typical dark stained wood, somewhat low lighting and booths in various nooks and crannies. There isn't a large crowd, and we're seen to promptly by quite possibly the friendliest server I've ever had. Over the course of the meal, we would be endearingly referred to as 'my babies' and it felt like I was being served by a pepped up version of my grandmother. Awesome. I had a hankering for some Hollandaise, but we were informed that the breakfast menu was done for the day, but there were breakfast foods available at their Sunday brunch buffet. I'm fairly leery of buffets due to their often mediocre food and off textures from sitting in warming trays, so we sent one of the guys to scout it out. However, after getting a positive report back on it, we all ended up ordering that.
Upon an up close and personal inspection, there was a very impressive spread here - a cold salad bar with potato, pasta, and garden salads, as well as coleslaw, fruit and dressings. The breakfast portion of the buffet consisted of scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, hashbrowns, and what I was informed were toutons. Now that I knew what they looked like and what they were (delicious lumps of fried dough) and they were at my easy disposal, I was all over them. The lunch portion of the buffet consisted of pretty hearty, traditional Newfoundlander fare - turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes and turnips, Jiggs dinner, a meat pie, some sort of tomato and rice casserole, and a big ol' pot of gravy. For plate number one, I loaded up with the breakfast foods and gave my hashbrowns a slathering of gravy, as I believe that gravy should be available at every meal of the day. After taking my hefty plate of food back to our booth and start stuffing maw, my suspicions are confirmed that the textures are a bit off, but it's not too bad. The eggs are quite good, as they have mushrooms, onions and peppers mixed in with them, and the bacon and breakfast sausage do their greasy, delicious thing. The hashbrowns are a fantastic gravy delivery vehicle and while a little on the tough side from being in a warmer, the toutons are sweet and pleasant, and taste like a soft donut, minus the filling.
Round two consisted of me piling up my plate with turkey, mashed potatoes, dressing, and some of the meat pie, and naturally everything got a healthy dose of gravy. Obviously, I'm using the term 'healthy' in a figurative sense here. While pretty basic foods, they're done well, and much better than many a turkey dinner that I've suffered through at various weddings in my day.
While nothing fancy, the Sunday buffet at The Celtic Hearth was pretty enjoyable and it made for good hangover food, and allowed me to have breakfast and lunch at the same time! Needless to say, I left with a full belly and was nearly comatose on the flight home to Halifax. read more