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| - I've had tapas in Barcelona, Granada and Seville. But never in Toronto.
That changed last weekend.
For my first Toronto tapas joint, this place was go-oooood. Well played!
Loved the ambience, with all the wine bottles lined up on shelves, as if we were in a wine cellar. The place was hopping, but it wasn't out-of-control to the point where we had to shout over the din.
The staff was great - they were courteous, brought things out on time, the works.
For drinks, I had a glass of echeverria (lovely) and a mixed drink (not so great - probably because it had vermouth, which I'm NOW not a fan of).
As for the food ... oh my sweet baby Moses, THE FOOD. Where do I even begin? We ordered so many things off the menu, I honestly can't remember it all. I'm sure we had some charcuterie, and I do recall a small dollop of extra-tasty cheese in there somewhere. But the standouts for me *had* to be the oh-so-sweet pork belly, the salt cod quenelles and the lobster bisque. Honourable mention goes to their oxtail, for the presentation alone.
The dangerous thing about all that good food is the damage it can do to one's wallet. Since it was a friend's birthday, the impulsive glutton-fest came out to $95 per person. Ai yi yiiiii.
But overall, definitely a great place to go, when you want to start a Friday or Saturday night on the town on a slightly classier-than-normal note.
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