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| - After an entire morning of running errands downtown, I deserved better than Eaton Centre food court styrofoam. I didn't plan to spend much, but I needed to take my time in a tranquil environment.
Which doesn't explain why I ended up at the Hard Rock, but this is not the Court of Law..and I don't need to explain myself.
The Maitre' D was perhaps the most 'chilled' I've encountered, decked out in serious pins on his uniform sweater vest. I noticed all of the staff there had different amount of pins, seriously tacky. Maybe it was to distinguish who rocked harder?
I've never been to a Hard Rock cafe in my life, but this was a Toronto Landmark (it's been there forever). I was seated by the window with an agreeable view of Dundas Square, and Yonge Street. Maybe I just have bad luck, but I seem to have an affinity with Toronto's wobbly tables. I can't recall the last time where I was given a table that didn't wobble.
The walls were decked to the ceiling with musical memorabilia. There was a James Brown Tunic, a keyboard used by Depeche Mode, and a bunch of other framed items on display that I couldn't make out the name of. It's a rather large space, and there are plenty of C shaped booth seating for parties of eight, or more. There's a TV at just about every corner of the restaurant, screening the video that correspond to the music that is playing. The music was a somewhat over ambient, but somehow I was able to tune it out while I people watched.
I ordered the Santa Fe Spring Rolls, and the Chicken Scaloppini Parmesan. The springs rolls was good, it came in a fisherprice looking cocktail bowl, with something that resembled Greek salad.
The parmesan was alright, a bit boring, but that's what I get from ordering off of the frugal lunch menu.
I don't think I've ever had a more tentative waitress since coming to Canada. She must have asked me how I was doing a dozen times. Each time with a bigger smile than the last. I couldn't bring myself to feel annoyed.
At the end of my meal, Louis Armstrong's 'It's a Wonderful World' came on, and I thought that was a pleasant ending to my lunch.
I tipped 18%, as it indicated on my receipt, and left without saying goodbye to Mrs. Happyface.
I can't imagine myself coming here for dinner, because I can imagine how this place could get quite rowdy when packed. But a great venue for a nice lunch by yourself. If you can tune out the music that is.
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