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| - The scene: a whirlwind, 36-hour visit to Toronto. 3G is disabled to prevent astronomical roaming charges, and the hotel charges $15/day for wireless. We are lost, hungry, and Yelpless, and it's getting late. We accost a stranger and ask, "where is good food?" He wraps a protective arm around his girlfriend points in the general direction of King Street before hurrying away. We walk a few blocks south and turn down a dark stairwell. We find Big Daddy's Crabshack and Oyster Bar.
She does not get eaten by the eels at this time. What I mean to say is, the story gets less scary from here. I'm explaining to you because you look nervous.
We walked in to what looked like a cross between an Irish pub and classy cocktail bar. Dark wood everything, but with a certain elegance. Our friendly waitress informed us that we were beginning "Voodoo hours" (10pm to midnight in this particular location, if I recall), which meant that all of their small plates were $2 off. This meant 4 oysters (with fixins') could be had for a mere $5.
Now, you may recall that we were Yelpless, so we were a little hesitant about ordering discount raw seafood. But you may also recall that we were very hungry as well. Raw oysters it was. And seafood fondue after that, and coconut chicken tenders after that. The oysters were fresh and delicious. The seafood fondue was flavorful, large, and chock-full of fresh seafood. The coconut chicken tenders were overcooked, greasy, and boring. 2 out of 3 ain't bad, but stick with the "surf" if you visit.
We left full and happy. The end.
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