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| - This review is from summer 2011:
One of the few places I eat at consistently. Why? It's definitely not their toilets (stinkymagoo). It's everything else. I love it. It's always good. So I'm telling you again. Pay attention.
It doesn't matter when I go to Trevor - weekend, weekday, holiday, winter, summer, three years ago, a month a go, or two days in a row. It is always good. That is pretty darn special.
This is what I had yesterday:
Ahi Tuna Niçoise - Think deconstructed...
Note that the tomato sauce ruined it for me.
My friend Cracker had:
Slow roasted pork belly...*%&#@@#
And I could eat that octopus all day and all night
I almost licked Cracker's plate...
Cracker won. Not that it was a competition. We finished dinner with tea for her and dessert for me. It deserved a double Celine chest pump. Mmmm....peanut butter chantilly...I LOVE PEANUT BUTTER (but not jelly, in case you were wondering).
Sh*t, can I get another with a side of the pork crackelin. THAT would be soooo dirrrtyyy. Food for thought.
This review is from summer 2010:
Trevor is one of my favourite restaurants in Toronto because it always delivers, the food at least. The service can be hit or miss. For some reason I always get stuck with the girl who hates her job, but loves herself. I find her so insignificant compared to the food so I always go back.
Since it opened in the fall of 2006, I have dined there about a dozen times, and popped in for drinks a handful more. The basement venue is dimly lit and cozy. I would describe it as comfy-chic.
Trevor is a more affordable and trendy dining alternative. Two of my favourite things are the truffle goat cheese poutine and the trio of mini kobe burgers with garlic truffle mayo. Truffles are decadent and earthy and, if used wisely, an indulgent addition to a dish.
Trevor also has several foie gras selections.
Here's one from 2008. I don't remember exactly what it was, but to this day it is one of my fondest memories. I believe that's a berry jelly or compote of sorts, and I'm pretty sure that's pork belly under there.
I'm also not chocolate's greatest fan, but Trevor has a dark chocolate peanut butter cake that is ridiculously good. No words do it justice.
I never count calories when I eat here. My favourite person to go with is my friend Saltine - you first met her when I celebrated the start of summer with her at Torito. I'd describe her as a trendy artsy type who has a sophisticated eye and classy palate. Her appreciation for good food parallels mine - we don't skim on carbs or worry about fat content. The focus is on keeping our stomachs happy and Trevor does just that.
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