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| - Late in the first season of the L Word, before it spiraled into indiscriminate lady-humping and Jenny was still somewhat redeemable, there is a scene where Candace, the sexy harlot contractor, is demonstrating to Bette, the impossibly-desirable, wrestling-with-monogamy museum director, the realistic triangle of workmanship: fast, cheap, and good. You can always have two, she explains lustily, but never all three.
Sushi-loving Candace clearly never came here.
The sheer volume of food you get with any $5 order is borderline obscene. For around $30, a table of four could share any number of fat, bulbous, overstuffed maki of the gods: spicy crunchy tuna too big to fit in your mouth; yellowtail handrolls that squirt fish out of the bottom when you bite into it; sweet potato tempura making love to creamy avocado; inside-out wasabi salmon maki that is JUST THICK CUTS OF EFFING SALMON, ROLLED AROUND GINGER. Oh, and to start? Insanely delicious char-grilled squid, bbq beef maki wrapped around green onion, and an avocado salad that will break your heart.
Also, they plop down miso soup when you sit down like other, lesser restaurants do water.
O, Sushi on Bloor. Resting place of my heart. I don't have an iphone nor do I even live in Toronto anymore, yet I still believe myself mayor.
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