There’s nothing like an evening out with my mom and sister. Every couple of weeks or so we try to plan a night out for just us girls (unless someone is out of town, which is more often than not lately). We have one agenda: fine food, fine wine, and most of all, a lively conversation.
Our latest dining adventure took us to the seductive and rustic Segovia. It was my first time visiting Winnipeg’s best tapas restaurant, and boy did it impress. We ordered a delightful Spanish red wine called 12 Lunas (oh, who am I kidding, we ordered two), and began our culinary journey with some whipped feta and duck confit empanadas. Both were delicious. The empanadas came with chimichurri (my favourite little green sauce) and the feta was covered in pistachios and chili honey that blended perfectly together… for my mouth!
Whipped feta with chili honey, mint and pistachios. Two duck confit empanadas.
Our next dish was the fried brussel sprouts. I can’t get enough of pan-fried brussel sprouts! If I see them on the menu, I’m ordering them. These were quite nice, but not as tasty as the ones at Pizzeria Gusto because theirs are superb.
Fried brussel sprouts with feta mousse, Baba Ganoush and pomegranate dressing.
The special of the night was the halloumi cheese. The waiter mentioned that it sells out often. He wasn’t wrong, the table beside us tried to order it a short while after we did and it was already gone. It came to the table hot and it was recommended we start chowing down on it right away. Not a problem, it didn’t last long enough to get cold.
Caramelized halloumi cheese with walnut pesto and lemon.
Our last tapas dish was the charcuterie board. We ate most of it before I thought to take a photo. And the board was so pretty! All that was left by the time I took a shot were a few spanish olives, which I even tried and didn’t gag (I’m not an olive fan). My mom though, she devoured those suckers like they were candy.
Spanish olives. (Or what’s left of our charcuterie board.)
For dessert we sampled the turkish coffee cake and medjool dates. The cake had a spicy flavour that paired nicely with the flowery tasting cardamom ice cream. After my sister and I joked about Indiana Jones and “bad dates” we tasted the medjool ones. Yeah, they were sooo the opposite of bad.
At the end of our evening together, we parted ways the best way: full and happy.
Turkish coffee cake with dulce de leche and topped with cardamom ice cream. A medjool date with mascarpone, maple syrup and pistachios.
That looks delicious! That whipped feta would send me into a whipped frenzy!
If you like feta, mint and pistachios, then it just might.