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| - Maybe I'm just not part of the conversation...reviews for Somethin' 2 Talk About are generally high, but my experience if mediocre at best.
Located in a narrow townhouse along Gerard Street West, you might walk right by Somethin' 2 Talk About if you were actually engaged in a real conversation. Walk in and you're hit with a wave of smokey-greasiness, which bodes ill if you're ordering falafel, like I did.
. Apart from a few scattered stools at the window, diners are herded into a greasy dark warren at the back of the restaurant with sticky tables and hard wooden seats. A TV blares the local news channel. Groups of university students compete to see who can talk loudest. There's a cute patio out back, which is great during our 2.5 weeks of summer. Most people get their meals to go.They are smart.
To order, you must find the cashier. Hint: he's located about 1/3 the way into the restaurant, in front of the sweaty dude who's actually cooking. To make a full order, you elbow your way through the crowd, tell him what you want, then mill back and forth collecting pop (jealously guarded), paper napkins, and a haphazard fistful of plastic cutlery. Listen carefully for them to call out your order-although without taking my name, or giving numbers this can involve a bit of guesswork (or a luncheon surprise).
The food itself is cheap. I'll spare you a cost vs. value rant and tell you we're thoroughly on the cost side, here. My poor falafel is a bare bones affair. crumbly golf-ball sized patties that taste exclusively of salt; browning lettuce and white-cored tomato; a roadkill smear of garlicky mayo, eaten in loud darkness. The building used to be someone's home. I venture a trip to the only washroom up a flight of rickety stairs. I imagine people died here.
Like i said, the food is cheap. Don't be a cheapskate. Eat somewhere else.
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