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| - I was returning a favour, and I told my friend that he can pick any restaurant in the City of Toronto and I'll pay for it.
I will never, EVER allow him the privilege of making a decision for me ever again. Ever.
If somebody told me I an pick any restaurant, I'd go to that one which isn't a chained one. CHAINED restaurants are the shackles of the epicurean discernible! Damn him!
I felt like I was at a Pickle Barrel, with slightly better seating. Bayview Village man, we could have gone to Sierra..or even bought some grocery at Pusateri's. I would have really enjoyed some grocery shopping at Pusateri's.
It was a civilized dinner, the venue was almost empty, and the plants looked remarkably artificial. There was basically nothing on the menu aside from pasta. Seriously, how does the Italians live? It's not like every Chinese dish is served with rice.
I got Alfredo, because I was Alfriaid to get anything else. I never know what I'm ordering in Italian restaurants. I also got a bottle of wine, that was my main course. It was the four of us, each with our respective female..well, I wouldn't call them counterparts...maybe just parts. Yeah, we were with our female parts...
Oh Lord I'm bored. I would say that coming here on a Saturday or Sunday morning for brunch would be actually enjoyable..except we were here on a Friday night. You know where I am Friday nights? Not where I have brunch that's where! The venue was very neat I do have to say, and I appreciate cleanliness. If was a broke and a Woman..I'd have my bridal...luncheon here...that's what it's called right? Bridal luncheon? Or maybe meet with my book club over some cheap white wine and discuss that Jane Austin novel. But I'm a male in my early twenties whom although deeply admire the old and traditional...finds this place just a little too retirementesk.
The older waitress was lovely, I wanted to sip tea with her while discussing what her daughter looked for in a Man.
Bayview Village was the only mall I enjoyed being in, as it carried an air of affluence..somehow, maybe it's the Havana Gentleman shop..or the large vintage section at the LCBO..or maybe it's all the rich wives shopping for God knows what here on a weekly basis.
I was bored, and I felt trapped here. I was glad to see my friends, but I really prefer to see them somewhere else. This place has "patio" seating, but it was in a mall...WHAT'S THE DEAL?
ll ForHellNo!
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