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| - Full Disclosure. I am a High School Teacher.
For the last three years, I have had students walk into my third period class. I ask then, "Where were you?" They respond, "Sorry sir. I was at Grillway."
For three years there was a constant stream of late students walking far too far from the school to order burgers, poutine, pizza, and just about everything else you could imagine.
I never sought out this Grillway. I didn't even know where it was located. Part of me assumed it was just an excuse students used, and knew would get them slightly less ire. Who can blame the students for getting lunch, you see.
But - all of this changed. Last weekend I was wandering down around Annette, and spotted "Grillway" on a restaurant, as I prepared to jump on the Runneymede bus. Finally, after all these years of hearing about it - this great white whale of an eatery - I was there.
Stepping back from the curb, as the bus rolled up, I changed my plans, headed across the street, and stepped inside.
The restaurant is overpowering, in the way a Chinese restaurant can be. There is no menu with four or five options. No, instead, the entire restaurant is the menu. Dozens of options present themselves - and as I scanned the room for something that would help me break through the mass of potentially delicious items, I zeroed in on the peameal bacon sandwich.
My expectations were high. I am a great loved of peameal bacon sandwiches, and expect nothing but the best. As I waited for the bacon to cook, I started to fear - what if the meal wasn't everything I wanted? Why had I sought out bacon in the west end? Everyone knows it's the best out east!
But then it arrived - thick, plentiful slabs, on a huge kaiser. Fresh vegetables, including slices of tomato that complemented rather than detracting from the overall experience.
As I bit into my six dollar sandwich, I realized there was nothing to fear. And finally - at last - I understood why lunch hour, after lunch hour, my students made the pilgrimage to this intersection.
Looking around, I knew I'd be back - and that there would be all number of options waiting for me when I returned.
Just as I was leaving I heard something else. Someone ordered the breakfast.
There is no breakfast on the menu. But there are things that have potato, bacon, and eggs. Clearly this is a restaurant with secret options, and that will make whatever you want if they have the ingredients on hand.
I am but a novice explorer - a green horn - in this land. But I someday hope to become an expert. Perhaps even a studied guide.
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