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1.31.2010
this night... the most beautiful thing is this world
Its not often that one can have a meal that would qualify for a down payment on a house. When that opportunity arises however, one should take full advantage of the situation at hand. For a 3 star Michelin, 2 things are to be expected... the culinary equivalent of smashing meagan good, and of course, to be treated like the king. Having never been to Europe this is the closest I've come to pre-revolutionary France. Food, uh.... delicious. But damn the service is incredible. I had so much fun going to the washroom and seeing 5 - 10 staff members rush (but a finessed rush) to tuck in my chair, replace napkin and unused cutlery, guide me to the washroom, walk my dog, offer me retirement advice, etc. And all this before I could even think of it (they must have hated me because I keep going to that washroom... sometimes I even hit them with a pump-fake like that scene in Austin Powers). This is what separates the fine and dining. Oh yeah, due to the sommelier contingent in this room rocking those giant silver gongs I'd say its safe to assume if they upped the base and dimmed the lights I'd feel like I'm in an old cash money video... "cause I stay shine..."
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sunday morning
been here so many times and only had 2 things...huevos monty/ mimosa. B there again soon, no need to f with a good thing.
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Brunch,
Liberty Village,
Mildred's Temple Kitchen
I really need to learn to keep my mouth shut
Around mid - November I got word that a certain Japanese pub would be opening in Toronto. This was some of the best news I received since I found out the raptors traded for Amir Johnson. I used to live in this pink building in Vancouver which happened to be across the street from this izakaya called Guu. That shit was readyrock. I would go there at least once a week, as well as their other location further down Robson (that's 2 trips per week). It was due to these places that I drank so much damned malt liquor because I had to budget in these necessary costs. Back to the topic... anyway I found out they would be opening in Toronto sometime around Christmas. I was chirpin away telling everyone as I used to say to people visiting Vancouver: BE THERE. I swear to god I could have the yakiudon and octopus balls as my only sustenance. Since they've been open, I've gone 3 times. Nowhere serves food like this here. If you think Japan is only sushi you should consider playing tag on the 401. Everyone should go here, except not when I want to go. Its too busy, as the last time I tried they said it would be a minimum 1 hr wait (any you cant wait inside anymore). F that and F lines.
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Church st.,
Guu Toronto,
Izakaya,
Japanese
1.30.2010
what do I love more than dead animal? Thats right, recently dead animal
Having never been to Japan but experiencing the next best thing by living in Vancouver, I came to be somewhat spoiled by the variety of good sushi. Its a different story in Toronto, where what many consider to be "good sushi" is laughable. This little place (near king and strachan), is like the equivalent of Kitano Takeshi's LA takeover in Brother. I can say with confidence that this is one of the best sushi spots in Toronto not named Kaji.
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you need more people
Design: check., 1st team chef: check., Name recognition: Check., Deep Cellar: check.
While these seem like a recipe for success (and by no means is this place a failure), this is a classic example of why the majority of people are stupid (because people do go here). Far too often do I find the previously mentioned elements used as an excuse for mediocrity. Just because you add lobster doesn't make it good. There is nothing wrong with dropping on food, however, there is something wrong when that food and those responsible for its overall execution fail to deliver.
I'd recommend for drinks but I don't like to wait 45 mns between rounds
oh yeah, its not a good look when it seems like a grenade went off in your washroom and its only 6pm
please say the baby
Never disappoints, king & Parliament's carter. This is the spot where your girl will think you're some kind of culture wizard because she "didn't know there was anything around here, and wow that was some of the best food I've had in a while, and were those vegetables really grown around the corner?". And you can lean back because you only spent $70 (and that's with the drank). Dessert.
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