A Wednesday Night at Vaughan Cheese

Hi friends,

We’re closed Tuesdays. Always have been. It’s the night the cheese case gets restocked, the team and I all get to relax with our families and kids, and the restaurant gets a much needed rest. By Wednesday afternoon, the door is open again and the room smells like what it always smells like: bread and butter, the rinds of about 90 different wheels, and someone uncorking the first bottle of the night.

Here’s the thing about Wednesday nights: they’re the secret of this place. Friday and Saturday have their own energy — dining room full, a little louder, the cheese monger juggling six boards at once. Wednesday is when you can actually hear the room. When the monger has time to chit chat, and we can all relax into the joy of hospitality.

This is the message for the people who keep meaning to come in.

You know who you are. You walk past our sign. You see us online. You think about it. You tell yourself you’ll come for an occasion, then the occasion never quite materializes, and the months keep going. So consider this your formal invitation to come for no reason at all.

Here’s what Wednesdays looks like, if you do.

You walk in. No host stand, no reservations book — the cheese monger looks up from behind the case and says hi. You pick a seat (midweek, you’ve got options). Want to hang by the front windows and people watch? Perfect. Saddle up to the bar and chat with the servers while they work? Amazing. Take the middle table and watch the monger work? Love it.

Then you order. You can pick a board that already has a personality on it — Monger’s Fav’s, Here for the Vibes, You’ve Got Style — or you can just tell us how many cheeses and meats you want, what you love, what you hate, and we’ll build you something on the spot. Cheese boards done a little differently than everywhere else, which is to say: built around what you actually want to eat tonight, not a pre-printed combo someone wrote down in 2014.

Add the things on the side that turn a board into an evening. The cultured butter and bread. The house spiced nuts. The pickle jar. A glass of something — and if you’re in the right mood, ask the monger about a flight (we have one literally called It’s Called What?!? that exists for nights exactly like this).

If it feels like the right kind of evening, order the mozzarella. It gets made in front of you. It’s a small ritual and it’s worth it. Or, just have a snack and a glass of wine. Do this on the regular, and you'll be solidly in you're a Wednesday night regular territory.

This is the part of the week the rest of the world tries to pretend doesn’t exist. We think it’s the best part.

Come find us

We’re open Wednesday through Sunday 11-8. Walk in. Grab a seat. The monger will find you. Come for no reason — we’ll take care of the rest.

With warmth,

Megan