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I had the mushroom fettuccini and it was truffle oiled, parmed up goodness. It wasn't a disgustingly large American pasta portion, but it was still too much. I paired it with their dollar per ounce red, 18 ounces to be exact, and together they made a perfect mismatched meal.
The ambiance is woody, exposed brick, quirky lights and an open kitchen. Pretty standard for Toronto, but the standard works. I'm a bit bummed by how close together they seat their tables, but I get it. More tables, more money.
PEPPER POINTS: This $1 per ounce wine shit is the shit. The. Shit.
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