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| - I think of Tokyo Grill as the home of the Japanese grandmama you never knew, but she welcomes you into her little home with simple homecooked fare and warms you up and tickles your chin.
Now the specifics of that are not actually true, but whenever my boyfriend and I are stuck as to where to grab food in my area, we usually end up at Tokyo Grill (when we can remember it). It is authentic, simple, and just right to satisfy any fix.
If you blink, you'll miss it in between all the asian-run clothing stores, tattoo parlours, and porno shops. As a marker, it is directly across from the new Sugar Mountain, and a safe refuge from all the dressed-up commotion of Yonge. The decor can be described as quaint and rural, and most of the patrons are usually Japanese. Due to the language barrier, you may have some trouble communicating with the servers, but they are friendly and their new and improved menus also help to make ordering quite easy.
This particular night that we went, I ordered a small size bowl of beef ramen noodles. Blame it on the fact that everyone else there seemed to be ordering it. The poor waitress had to explain that the noodles would take longer (30 minutes) because of what seemed to be an unexpected popularity that night. To her dismay, I insisted on having them. You know, it's like you want what you can't have, right? I'm glad I went with it, because the '30 minutes' turned into something more like a 19-minute wait, and my partner and I enjoyed some crispy potato/ground beef appetizer whose name escapes me, but my boyfriend described it as something like "a fried Shepherd's Pie". Pretty much it.
The ramen noodles were simple and delicious, topped with tons of thin slices of beef. Nothing fancy or over-dressed, just plain simple goodness, and even with my hunger, I could barely finish the small size. Worth the short wait if there is one, but if not, any of their other entrees are pretty darn satisfying as well. Good stuff, Nona.
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