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| - So it was my last day visiting with my friend over the weekend and she begged and begged me to take her here because she was just "dieing" for some Blintzes. She says she used to get them here when she was younger and has such fantastic memories of their taste that she wanted to get them again. Alright, I relented and granted her wish like the fantastic genie that I am.
After wading through Sunday morning traffic and dealing with finding the proper parking spot in the garage making it so we don't have to walk miles, we arrived at a semi busy PB. We were sat halfway around the earth towards the back. Sheesh, I never knew a place could be this vast in Toronto. Most restaurants we eat in are the size of closets and elbow room is a gift when it happens. So after walking the ring to Mordor across the valley of fire and the plains of sorrow we arrived at our table and presented with what appeared to be "The Codex Gigas" (Google it if you like). Our Server "Ben" came to the table with relative speed, relative like how the polymorphic solid known as "Glass" moves. (You are now smarter) It probably took a good 10 minutes for him to get to our table to introduce himself and explain the specials they had. I ordered us waters and sent him off on his way.
All the while I was watching my friend quickly turn page after page after page, forward, backward, forward, backward, looking more and more confused. And then her confusion changed to horror, and then horror morphed into anger. I didn't even need to hear her speak. Blintzes, were nowhere to be found in this entire codex of non nutrition. I almost saw a tear well up in her eye as she couldn't grasp how they were not on the menu. When Ben finally returned with our waters another 5 minutes later it was painfully obvious that there was a problem with the look of consternation on my friend face. I took the reigns and decided to spin a tale of woe that was by no means true but it sure sounded great. I explained how I lived 8 hours away and I made this trip especially for my friend recommendation of how fantastic their blintz's were. I made such an epic tale of this journey and my inability to eat breakfast the way it was explained I think I made the table behind me weep openly, or maybe it was the fact they put too much pepper onto their pasta, either way, it was an emotional moving experience. Ben stared in disbelief at the staggering tale of heartache and death that followed me to be in his presence this morning, and now he needed to be the one to tell me that they took them off the menu a few weeks ago. Man it was hard to keep a straight face through all of this, but it did cheer up my girl. Ben had a look as he walked away as though I had kicked his puppy, I'm quite certain I made his day. Anyway, I am rambling on here.. Lets get onto the food.
After the initial shock passed for my lady sank in that she would never taste what she longed for, she decided that a Belgian waffle would be the next thing on her pallet. After reading War and Peace I settled on the BBQ Chicken Quesadilla and a Chicken Pasta dish. The Quesadilla came out in about 10 minutes and was well presented. I snapped a picture of it and then took a bite. Promptly burning the h*ll out of my hand when the sauce shot out the back and it just so happened to be lava. Water and rags cooled the burn and after the food chilled I managed to eat the rest of it. Not a bad flavor, but it needed some more chicken.
20 minutes later the food came out and it was pretty tasty. Unfortunately my burning hand took my concentration away and I did not get a picture of the pasta or her waffle, but come on, it's a waffle. You've seen one, you've seen them all. Although it was not a Blintz she seemed to enjoy eating it, and my pasta was pretty tasty. A little light on the garlic but the pasta was cooked very well. The garlic bread or should I say brick that came out I'm pretty sure was baked last year due to the hardness. I probably could have used it to break concrete. Soaking it in the sauce for the duration however enabled me to give it a try, and it tasted ok.
On my way to the bathrooms, which by the way are completely on the other side of the universe in this place, I passed the desert case, I thought that the mini parfaits would be a great way to round out the meal so I got a Rocky Road mini to finish everything off. In Summary, I didn't have a bad experience at this spot I just wish I had my camelbak water jug to combat the dehydration I felt when walking to and from my table. In fact, I'm pretty sure I didn't even need to exercise that week. Ok that's enough rambling, this is bordering on absurdly pointless.
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