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When you find something in this world that makes you feel amazing from your feet to your head you hold on to it. When something grabs hold of you and makes you feel like you're the luckiest person on earth to discover such an incredible thing, are you really going to let it go? No way, you're going to run out and find that feeling again. My bro Jordan and I had that feeling last night.
We were walking down Bloor towards this dive of a bar called The Black Horse. I shouldn't say it's a crap hole, it's actually not too bad inside, but there's nothing cool really about it. It doesn't even have anything Canadian on tap. No Keith's. No Rickards. No Canadian. There's a few booths, more tables and dim lighting. We'd never been there before, but after my move we wanted to search for some new funky bars in my new neighbourhood. The TO blogs had all said The Black Horse was a historical landmark, and they were right. Try the Ken Burger.
The Ken Burger is a moist, juicy burger the size of a small child. It's topped off with the works including some very crispy bacon strips. I'm pretty sure mozzerella and cheddar are melted onto the patty for you. You don't need to order anything else because if you finish this burger...you're good.
Now Jordan and I thought the burger looked good, but when we bit down our lives were changed forever. This may very well be the best burger we've ever had. And do you think we're going to forget that? No way, it went into the blackberry under Burgers! To explain in a little more depth, I was so full last night that I passed out immediately after getting home. I woke up to the taste of this burger in my mouth. I wanted another for breakast. Yes at 5am I wanted one of these delicious burgers. It was almost a shame to brush my teeth.
The Black Horse (W. of Ossington on Bloor). Order the Ken Burger.
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