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| - Mother of Divine and Holy Jospehine! Trust me, the steak is just a distraction for the dessert!
So we came here for dinner, knowing it would be expensive but also extremely tasty. Now, let me warn you, these people are mad into their customer service and you can tell their wait staff is trained within an inch of its life. After we ordered I disappeared off to the loo and when I came back thought to myself, "Hey, I remembered to fold my napkin all neat and tidy! Talk about well raised. Go me!" No, Jane, you did not. The nice blonde lady folded your napkin while you were gone. She also folded it when you left in on your chair and scooted around to the other side of the table like a completely commoner. She was omnipresent with the water jug, too.
If you're like me, table manners are something you play by ear with a healthy dose of common sense. This place had a really nice feeling of, "Oh my, so FAAANCY!" without making me feel like I *shouldn't* be there, scooting around the table, asking questions about the food, or using the wrong fork (it's endearing in person, trust me). The staff were friendly, overly attentive without being overbearing (it was a real achievement) and they never swiped our plates before we were finished and never rushed while we hummd and hawed over the wine and dessert menus.
As every reviewer has said before me, the steak was great (pro tip: the medium rare is a little more medium than rare in my opinion, just in case you're super hormonal about your steak). We also had the duck fried french fries and the potato gratin. I should have just got two orders of potato gratin. It comprises my two favourite things (cheese and potatoes) and let me tell you, Jacob knows his gratin -- it was incredible.
DESSERT!
I am a sweets, dessert, cake, pie, CANDY woman at heart. Before we left I had a little Cherry Blasters appetizer. A whole bag's worth, you guys (regretsy.com, for sure). Sweets are my comfort. They're my go to. I need them. I was definitely getting dessert. I opted for the apple crumble because I was insanely full and I knew in my heart of hearts that I should not be getting anything. I figured it would be a safe, average-sized serving of apple crumble with a little scoop of icecream on the side. Maybe a drizzle of caramel sauce if they were really trying to knock my socks off.
Sweet bloody JESUS, this dessert was a meal in and of itself. My boyfriend got the creme brulee and it was the biggest I've ever since. The crumble was toasted oats and cereal type stuff. It was poured on top of a soup bowl-full of piping hot baked apples. Topping it all off was a massive scoop of ice cream sitting in a well of caramel ... fudge? ... sauce.
They had to roll me out of the place. Worse? They handed me chocolates, and breakfast muffins going out the door! Finishing things off for a nice 'I ate too much and now I want to puke' evening: I had to cycle home all the way down effing Spadina.
Totally worth it.
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