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| - My boyfriend and I had been to Daisho and the noodle bar before in Toronto's Momofuku location, and he'd been to the New York locations while living in that city. We were naturally very excited to try Shoto. It has a considerably different atmosphere than the rest of the restaurant, featuring decor which could become quickly dated in the near future, but the centrepiece of the stainless steel-clad kitchen and vast quantity and variety of utensils and equipment is truly a magnificent feature.
The ten course tasting menu is phenomenal. I won't provide many spoilers for those attending in the near future, because half the fun is being surprised. I will say that the chawanmushi dish was our favourite, hands down, and that the duck course could have easily been halved or quartered in portion size and would have still been quite filling. We also agreed that the cavatelli was delightful enough to be served as a main at another crowd-pleaser, Enoteca Sociale. Peering into the nooks and crannies of the open kitchen and watching the unbelievably talented chefs as they orchestrate culinary harmonies is riveting. RIVETING.
As a couple, we try a vast amount of interesting restaurants. No matter where we go, we consistently are seated next to an individual, couple, or group of people who are just the worst. Shoto was no exception, as the woman seated next to me refused to eat butter. The concerned chef inquired: was she lactose intolerant or allergic? Many of our dishes include butter, he stated. It wasn't featured prominently enough for anyone to notice, he explained -- to no avail. My dining partner said if this was an NYC location, she wouldn't have been appeased as she was in the Toronto location, as she was served dishes from the Daisho menu as substitutes.
If you have dietary restrictions for whatever reason, that's one thing. Attending a meal with a ten-course tasting menu and then declaring rudely and pompously that one does not eat butter, making a huge fuss over it is another thing. She didn't say she didn't LIKE butter; she simply did not want to consume it. I sincerely hope her diminutive Chanel clutch was large enough to accommodate whatever she had up her ass.
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