Dining Out
Karl Wells
Yuk Yuk’s
193 Kenmount Rd.
Ph. 726-9857

Graham Kay at Yuk Yuks St. John's
I could pretty much bet the farm that when Mark Breslin founded Yuk Yuk’s, he didn’t, in his wildest dreams, think that one day someone would be writing about his highly successful comedy club in a food column. Besides, while the word “yuk” may work for a place serving up jokes, it doesn’t so much for a place that sells food. I’ve no idea if I’m the first food writer to spend ink on Yuk Yuk’s, but here goes.
Yuk Yuk’s St. John’s is a big room by comedy club standards. (The Halifax club, for example, appears to be smaller than ours.) It’s long and fairly wide with seating that begins from stage level and tiers upward two levels, ending with a line of several crescent shaped booths that seat six comfortably, or seven uncomfortably.
The booths are the perfect domain for customers not wanting to be singled out and picked on by the onstage comedians. With the stage area being heavily lit, it’s impossible for the comics to see beyond the rows of tables closest to the stage. Conversely, with the excellent layout of the room, I believe it’s accurate to say that from every table there is a good view of the stage and performers.
The stage is long and narrow with a backdrop constructed of grey, cut stone. Yuk Yuk’s familiar, illuminated, round, red, white, yellow and black logo is positioned on the wall, slightly stage right. If the comedian stands slightly stage left, perfect symmetry is created.
While Yuk Yuk’s serves dinner I suspect it does much better with its show menu – snacks for soaking up the alcohol during performances. We arrived around 7 p.m. for dinner and there were very few tables occupied until the show began. By the way, it’s not possible to have dinner at Yuk Yuk’s unless you pay for show tickets as well. This makes for an expensive night out. For example, $20 tickets, plus dinner for two (including tip) and a bucket of five beers will set you back almost $200.
Menu
The Yuk Yuk’s dinner menu, as I suspected, was small; but I was pleasantly surprised that it did not consist of the deep fried items found in many bars, clubs and so called “family” restaurants. Appetizers consisted of soup-of-the-day and a few salads. Mains featured something from every protein category, including veggie – panko crusted Portobello mushroom with soy cheese, creamy Dijon sauce, baby greens and sweet apple slaw.
Yuk Yuk’s has a short wine list consisting of a handful of New World choices. Our table was more interested in beer, which they sell in buckets containing several bottles. (The buckets save you a few cents if you’re with a group or planning to drink more than one.) There’s domestic and imported beer as well as plenty of spirits in one form or another. You can even get creamsicle, jolly cowboy, blue bayou, cosmo or green apple martinis at Yuk Yuk’s.
Our server was quite welcoming and a very enthusiastic booster of Yuk Yuk’s food. Practically the first words out of her mouth were, “The food here is fantastic, you’ll see. Fred French is our chef and I’ve never seen anything bad come out of that kitchen.” It was an odd statement considering her next comment about the soup-of-the-day. She continued, “The soup is mussels and mushrooms in cream. But I can’t tell you if it’s any good because I can’t stand mussels.” I immediately began to wonder what else it was in the food line she might not like. Here’s my advice based on decades of dining in restaurants. Never trust the menu endorsements of servers.
Starters
We began with salads. Well, actually, mine was more of a composition of various crudités: sweet peppers, carrot, celery, English cucumber, and broccoli surrounding a ramekin filled with warm artichoke dip topped with melted cheese. The vegetables were quite fresh and crispy. The dip was excellent, although I had to pull back the cap of cheese to get to it.
Yuk Yuk’s house salad was a combination of greens, red onion, tomato, cucumber and carrots in herbed vinaigrette. It was no more, nor less commendable than the Roman (Caesar-like) salad another of our party enjoyed. Both were fresh, crispy and flavourful. I was feeling fairly confident that the remainder of our meal would be good because the name Fred French had rung a bell. I remembered him being co-owner and chef at a restaurant called The Tuscan Door, where the food was fine.
The certified Angus striploin steak was served on a mound of whipped potato with Dijon mushroom pan jus. The steak was cooked properly and the Dijon sauce provided good flavour enhancement. I also liked the whipped potato, which, according to our server, had been enriched with lots of butter and sour cream.
The herbed chicken with partridgeberry glaze was lovely as far as the chicken itself was concerned. It was plump, tender and moist. I didn’t enjoy the partridgeberry glaze as much as I thought I would. I was expecting a sauce with lots of bright berry flavours. What I tasted was heavy and reminded me of molasses.
Salmon
I found the pan seared Atlantic salmon to be dry and overcooked. When the piece of fillet arrived I knew immediately there was a problem because it looked completely stiff leaned against a pile of rice. It had no “give” in it, as they say. If the fish had been frozen that might account for some of the dryness; but there was no doubt it had been on the heat too long.

Yuk Yuks tiramisu
My dessert was a very generous, thick square of tiramisu. It was light, creamy, juicy and wonderfully textured. A freestyle drizzle of chocolate appeared on top and carried on around, across, and every which way on the white plate. Equally popular at our table was the banana crumble served with cheesecake ice cream and orange rum sauce. The crumble eaters told me their desserts were sensational, but after I’d tasted the tiramisu, I was completely sated. I wanted no more.
After our meal, as if on cue, the comics appeared onstage. For those of you who have never been to a comedy club, take heed. Stand-up comedy can be what you see on Letterman or Leno, but it can also be something very different. If you’re a sensitive person some of what you see and hear may strike you as hurtful or insensitive at best, or filthy and disgusting at worst.
Nothing sacred
For example, on the night we attended all three performers set their sights on gays, lesbians, or other minorities. All three talked about sexual acts. All three used four letter words, liberally. Nothing is sacred in stand-up. Everything is fair game. You may laugh or you may not. If a comic is getting laughs they’ll continue mining the same vein. If not, they’ll adjust. A comedy club like Yuk Yuk’s is where comedians learn the craft. It’s where they make their mistakes and refine their performances before breaking out into larger venues, television and movies. Well, only if they’re very funny and very lucky.
Yuk Yuk’s St. John’s is open from Thursday to Saturday evenings for dinner and shows. They change performers weekly. Yuk Yuk’s features three comics per evening. When we visited the emcee was Keith Pedro. The audience gave Pedro a lukewarm response. They definitely enjoyed the comedians that followed: Graham Kay and Trixx. Trixx was the headliner and it was obvious why. He had command of the stage. He used his body and facial expressions to great effect, and he was – for the most part – very funny.
If you’d like to check out the Yuk Yuk’s experience their box office is open Tuesday to Wednesday from 11 a.m. to 6 p.m. and until 10 p.m. on show days. I highly recommend doing some research on the comedians before you go, just to make sure you won’t be completely scandalized by what you see and hear.
Price: Tickets, meals for two with beers, tax and gratuity – $200 (approx.)
Sound Level: Low for dinner, high for show
Wheelchair access: No
Published in The Weekend Telegram,Feb.2,2012