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| - This neighbourhood is not my stomping grounds but my sister asked me to come here because she is a travelin' nurse in the west and she was waiting for an IV to arrive and killing two birds with one stone, she said: "Let's go for lunch for your birthday." Which is always nice. She suggested the JUNCTION which is where she has her injection patrol so she has seen things on Dundas West and Keele that may be promising. Places she has always wanted go but hasn't because lunch is always better at home where you can nap right after. That is how early morning shift people roll.
I know the east end of the city like the veins on my upper boobs so whenever I come to places like "The Junction" i feel like I am going to Winnipeg to meet my relatives that I have only heard about from Christmas cards from back in the day when mail arrived in paper form into that black iron box. That thing that attached to the bricks beside your front door that you have been dumping your secret cigarette butts into when you howl into the full moon on those dark nights.
"Meet me at Dundas and High Park and we'll ask Bob for a ferret," was her text...turns out she talks into her phone when she drives and you how that Siri has her own agenda.
We met just before noon and strolled that area of town that time forgot. There is a Gabby's and another pub and a pizza place and the rest is a surreal black and white postcard of a twisted Norman Rockwell painting that has a noon time tattooed crack whore looking for ten cents in front of an old timey barber shoppe that sells egg creams and actual postage stamps. It's a weird stretch of a few blocks is all I am saying.
So yeah, Cantina was like an OASIS for this east end bitch who blinks not twice at a $4 donut in Leslieville. Seriously cute decor and it was open at noon as promised, none of this late start shite that happens in Winnipeg because they are in a different time zone.
I ordered a chicken burrito and a Dos XX draught,my sister ordered the 3 fish tacos with NO BOOZE because she was going back to work but Monday was Sangria pitcher day...oh sadness because that would have been awesome.
So my one little trip to this west end restaurant warrants 5 stars because:
1. It is the cutest restaurant in the hood. Trust. Sorry but this stretch of town is sad...I know you live here and you're all like 'The Junction! It's so awesome!" But no. It is not. Yet, at least. Maybe next year or several years after that. I really do like that Junction microbrewery beer I can buy in the liquor store at Coxwell and Queen but other than that, the neighbourhood sadly barren. So far. Maybe you have some cute places to talk about, I really don't actually want to hurt your feelings, but that stretch of Dundas West going east of High Park to Keele is despair on white bread toast...wow, I never say this but gentrify or do something already.
2. Great service, lovely server. I do so wish my sister was drinking and we could have had the sangria pitcher!
3. Best. Burrito. Ever. And I am burrito fiend, this one took the cake. Concisely wrapped like a fetus of chicken, beans, and salsa with a dollop of guacamole on tip like ke the exquisite afterbirth of Salma Hayek. Perfect amount of food. The one thing that always puts me off Mexican is the abundance of shlop hat looks normal but is crazy filling because it is so condensed and then you want to barf after. My burrito looked tiny and ALMOST made me want to barf but didn't. That is a good thing.
4. I did not want to share it with my sister. I wonder if she had food envy but she seemed happy with her fish tacos. But you know how sisters can play tricks on you, maybe she wanted to trade but we were pretty silent as we ate. Not that we fight or anything.
Will I come back? Not without being blindfolded and gagged with your mom's pantyhose and stuffed in the trunk of your dad's Oldsmobile Delta 88, but I will beg for a Cantina location in the East End, PLEASE!
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