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| - I went to this place back in September, not quite sure why I waited so long to write about it's awesomeness, but here goes...
Me and a chef were in town cooking and asked a local Toronto chef for his recommendations. This place was at the top of his list. We arrived on the later side and the place wasn't too crowded, but they were super welcoming and eager. The plates are small, but I wouldn't quite call them tapas. Not being one to argue, I let the chef handle the ordering-- the man knows his shit.
Although I am blanking on specifics, I remember everything being awesome. The charcuterie plate, duck heart tartare, bone marrow with chimichurri, and the dessert at the end (which I am totally blanking on but had the freshest, most intense blackberries I've ever had). Ingredients were stellar, portions were solid for the price, and the service staff was happy to suggest anything and make conversation.
My favorite part of the meal, though, was when the couple next to us saw my friend and I drooling over their tongue sandwich. We must have looked cartoonish in our envy because they happily offered us half. Yes, strangers at the next table, gave us part of their meal, which we graciously accepted, then ordered our own.
Maybe it's a Canadian thing? That's never happened to me in a restaurant in New York. And honestly, I don't think it ever will.
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