Now on to my last Whistler restaurant review until the next time I hit the slopes.
After checking out of our hotel slowly and somewhat late after daylight savings time on Sunday (terrible losing an hour), we met up with our friend Alison and wandered to find some brunch. The quickest place we could find where we could get seated right away was La Bocca Restaurant and Bar, in Whistler Village, which is near both of our hotels.
It touts a Mediterranean setting inside (which I didn’t really notice but also wasn’t paying that much attention since I was undergoing hunger pains), and has a great heated outdoor patio that’s open year-round for their 7-day a week breakfast, lunch and dinner service.
When we first walked in, we were seated immediately to a booth to the back left of the bar, and the first thing we noticed was our server, who looked like she’d either never slept or had been enjoying smoking some local ‘greenery’ just before (or during) her shift.
Quite awhile later, our server showed up with the menus and asked us for our drink order. We then waited awhile and put in our requests upon his painfully slow return, and waited. And waited. One of us was dying of thirst after a night out of drinking (I won’t say who, but I can’t stop you from guessing), and we were itching to get our orange juice, water and decaf lattes to kick start the day (even though it may have already been around 1 pm).
Lo and behold, our food had arrived, and we had to ask if our drinks were going to make their way over anytime soon. Our server apologized and said that there were 5 cooks and only one person at the bar, so I guess that meant that it takes a long time to get refreshments of any kind. As a result, we had no choice but to start in on our food first, with dry mouths.
I’d ordered my good old standby of Eggs Benedict, and while it was alright with some not-so-good hollandaise over top, I do have to say that I enjoyed the hash browns. The potatoes appeared to be deep-fried cubes almost, so they were crunchy and delicious, though fairly greasy (but what can you expect).
After a few bites, all of our beverages arrived at the same time, along with the toast that both Mike and Alison had to ask for eventually (which was supposed to come with their Freestyle Eggs Breakfasts). The eggs can be ordered any style, and they both went for over easy, or some sort of fried version anyway. There was also the choice of bacon or sausage and an orange slice to finish things off. I didn’t actually try this, but it doesn’t sound like I was really missing out on anything, so I won’t complain that no one felt like sharing with me that morning.
So it was slow service, and just okay food at La Bocca. I can recall being there one other time years ago, but can’t for the life of me remember what I thought of it then – I guess it was pretty forgettable. It might be better for casual drinks on the patio, since it really is in the center of it all in Whistler Village.
Nonetheless, we were fed, and ready to get back on the road and head home to foodie paradise (aka Vancouver).