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| - I have only had the pleasure of entering this establishment a couple of times, but it was all-around lovely. This is hardly surprising as it is located in the ever-lovely Distillery District, and is frequented by lovely people (no, I'm not talking about myself).
The pastries are fresh and rounded like picture perfection, the mood is homey and the bread is like a soft and delicious dream. I have ordered a few sandwiches there, the vegetarian at least twice, and I have to say that my last visit found me very relieved by their *half* sandwich, ready-made and raring to go in its special little half-sandwich holder (this is when I needed a *snack*, mind you, due to an early and small lunch, and a dinner party that couldn't occur as quickly as I needed). The last one on the shelf, but perfectly fresh and melt-in-my-mouth good. I also tried my friend's Kefta once, and it made me rediscover the miracle of lamb --and newly discover the miracle of grinding it...not yourself, of course.
I hadn't been there since the summer, when the surrounding patios were a buzz, the sun making everything seem like the best thing ever. My last time found me sitting alone on the same patio furniture, cold and swallowed by the premature darkness of December; just when all hope seemed to be lost, the most lovely (and first I'd really seen this year) snowfall decorated the area- frequently used for movie sets- like a goddamn movie set. The lights on all those trees helped a bit, too, and for a minute, I saw the beauty in a Canadian winter. A Torontonian one, at least. If I didn't finish that sandwich in about 60 seconds, it's only because my smile was getting in the way.
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