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| - Whenever I eat at Ruby's I know everything's going to be just right. Last night was no different. It's the kind of place that doesn't have to get everything right - EVERY night - because it so often does.
Most of the food - the cured organic salmon salad with red beets, the mushroom and leek bread pudding, the garlic butter roasted yellow beans and the lemon tart - were seriously close-my-eyes scrumptious, the kind of delicious that reminds you, when you're feeling crap, that life can sometimes be shockingly worth it.
The only item that was less than perfect was the slow roasted sirloin that was a tiny bit dry. My man doesn't agree, but then he was busy talking about something deep and weighty and wasn't paying attention to his taste buds. I feel bad for the sirloin because I think its juxtaposition with the other making-my-eyes-roll-into-the-back-of-my-head dishes didn't do it any favours.
I also feel bad for other diners in Toronto that night that weren't at Ruby's. Every time I step into this restaurant, I feel like I'm the much-loved daughter that went off to university and is home for the first time in four months. The woman when we came in the door, our waitress, the servers who explained our dishes were warm, friendly, funny and informative. We felt well cared for. It's the kind of place that - if you're open to it - people at other tables will start forgetting themselves and talking to you because we're all so damn giddy on food.
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