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| - Friday night started our round of holiday parties for the festive season. We were invited to Zorro's Steakhouse, located by Pearson. I am discovering that this "charming" hood, is home to many hidden foodie havens. Hidden, well because you know why here??? Probably because many a year ago, this was not the neighborhood it has now become, aka the armpit of a bustling international airport. But I can only guess as I am still in my first decade as a transplant to T-Dot.
Anyhu, as my gastronomical journey continues, Zorro's is definitely one of the stops to talk about. First and foremost, both the restaurant and I were born in 1975, clearly a year fraught with greatness Secondly, it's Greek-owned, so you know flavor-overload and lots of displays of flambé, which is always entertaining Thirdly, the place was buzzing! Lots of people, all age groups, and lively conversation made for a fun ambience.
They start you off with a big basket of garlic bread and a platter of pickles and olives. Loved the olives, but the garlic bread was a bit charred and a lot salty. For anyone who knows me and my utter love for salt, you understand the magnitude of this statement. I had a couple of pieces anyway, because my lunch had consisted of an apple in anticipation of a steak dinner. However the fact is, I was able to resist a big basket of carbs. Let that sink in...
Then came the house salad with my choice of dressing: a vinaigrette. But really it was just a whole lotta vinegar on some iceberg. I found some nice crisp celery hidden in mine, but both Raff, and the gentleman to the left of me couldn't really eat theirs. The waiters did not seem to care that the salads were being returned untouched.
Now it was time for the main course. Both of us had ordered the Roast Prime Rib of Beef au Jus with baked potato from "Our Most Requested Entrées" section on the menu. Our server kept suggesting I order a small. However, I was hungry and almost felt it was presumptuous of the guy to insinuate that "a lady should order a small." I insisted on a regular, whereas the hubster ordered a "Zorro Cut". It was only when we were served did I understand, that our server was only trying to be helpful. As you can see from the photo, the roast was enough to feed 2 or 3 people. My husband's cut was EVEN BIGGER. I could only have about a quarter before crying UNCLE. Again for those who know me, that's quite the statement. The roast was really tender and melted in the mouth, but it didn't help that it was also a bit on the salty side. I am convinced that the chef had started hitting the Ouzu a little early that evening
For dessert I ordered the creme caramel and the hubster ordered the Tiramisu. Both were pretty good. Mine had a hint of orange rind or essence, which kept me from really enjoying it fully or finishing it. I have noticed this aftertaste in a few other places I have ordered it recently, so maybe it's the new "thing". Suffice it to say me no likely this innovation. Totally bid'ah!
Final Verdict: Definitely a fun experience. Go on a night when the Chef isn't overwhelmed, so that you can ask them to hold the reigns on the salt and vinegar. And fer Gad's sake throw out your feminist agenda and order the small when the expert tells you to
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