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| - The third restaurant I've visited at Shops on Don Mills, and the third one that had a problem with honouring my reservations. Pretentiousness, or just incompetence? The bloody place was near empty at 10pm on a Saturday night, what the hell was the problem?
So we ended up sitting by the bar, which I immediately saw as the best position throughout the entire first floor, but had to convince my friend so..it was her birthday after all.
So we gather three cruiser tables by the bar, and it turned out great.
Everyone ordered drinks, and they had a fair selection to choose from.
Only one other person was willing to share the wine with me (by willing I mean I told that she was drinking with me), and she left it to me to pick out something "not too dry." If I fail this simple task, I'll never forgive myself.
Thankfully, the cellar had exactly what I was looking for, South American Red. Perhaps the most overlooked gem of all wine connoisseurs. Wine from that region sells for dirt at the LCBO, which is met with no complaint from me. The bottle I ordered was very well received, and my ego went ever-upward.
The waiter came with these mini dessert puddings in shot glasses, priced at three dollars each. I was disappointed with the New York Raspberry Cheese Cake, but very happy with the Dolce something something.
I went downstairs to use the restrooms, nothing special. That is until I saw the private dining room. It was so colourful, crisp, and ridiculously contemporary. It was bloody gorgeous, and made the traditionalist in me feel dirty for admiring such a marble of a room. And it was spacious too. I might just have to plan something there in the near future.
Not romantic, shrewd maybe. I'd come here again.
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