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| - On a very recent trip back to Toronto, a couple of girlfriends took me out to Hemingway's. I'm pretty easy going when it comes to this city, seeing that I don't know my way around any longer. So, instead, I follow.
I've been wracking my head for a good excuse to pass my experience off as somewhat decent, but I just can't. There is no excuse at all.
It's a relaxed bar with multiple levels and plenty of seating to house several hockey teams, but I suppose it was a venue I wasn't expecting to see in Yorkville - the snooty and snarky comments can begin/end now.
Beyond the decor, or lack thereof, and general atmosphere, the food was less than desirable. We (when I say we, I mean Angela) ordered off the Snack Menu, which by the way, seemed to have traveled all over the world during an apparent crisis of some sort. From the grilled teriyaki NY strip loin with melted cheddar cheese, butter, sour cream, all stuffed in a baked potato (what the heck?!) to the edamame beans, spring rolls, and samosas, I began to wonder if anyone actually ordered any of this stuff.
And then I got my answer.. not only did Angela order edamame but she also ordered the samosas! Tragic, really, because even when I could foresee the car crash that was about to happen, she was genuinely disappointed when neither snack tasted all that good. Now mind you, they do have the usual bar fare of chicken fingers, wings, calamari, nachos, etc. but nothing that I could bring myself to eat.
On a positive note, I thoroughly enjoyed the company. Old friends, old loves. Love not the place, but the company you keep.
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