After recently experiencing Culina Highlands perogy dinner, which happens on the 2nd Sunday of each month, Sarah and I met up with friends for another monthly meal. This time, the third Sunday of the month, for a family dinner at The Next Act. Located just north of Whyte Ave, on the opposite side of 104th from a favourite of mine, Accent European Lounge, I realized just how long it has been since my visit as we walked through the entrance.
The pub was brimming with hungry bodies when we arrived, which is always a good sign in my books. The $15 menu is enticing enough on just the price, but what arrived was over the top. A huge oval plate that saw Sauteed Shaved Brussel Sprouts, Potatoes & Onions, Roast Beef, Carrots, Whole Wheat Bun. The meat was perfectly tender with enough pink left in the center to make 99% of diners happy; it was delicious meaty goodness. The potatoes and onions, along with the carrots, were tender and reminded me of many Sunday dinners my mom would cook. I know they could lose some points for using bagged carrots, but let’s remember that this is just 15 dollars. If there was one thing that was over the top, in a good way that is, it was the butter laden sprouts. Maybe a little too much fat, but who’s counting when it’s this good. For the price, I couldn’t have asked for more.
As our group sat talking, I couldn’t believe that we were soon delivered dessert. Made by the mother of a staff member, the Poppy Seed Chiffon Cake was moist, airy and finished the meal swimmingly. I even tried to snag a bite of Sarah’s, but it was already gone. While substitutions on this night are not the norm, we were pleasantly surprised to see our gluten-free friend, offered a special dessert.
On a beautiful Sunday evening, we had a meal where there was no worrying about the roast or stress about getting everything done at the same time; no dishes or mess to clean up afterwards. I must say that after two back-to-back Sunday dinners, I’m really, really loving these monthly specials. The staff at The Next Act were friendly, caring and sweet enough to make me think I should ring my father next month and take him down for what I hear might be Christmas In July. I can’t foresee being disappointed, and neither should you.