One thing that I usually love about little places like this hidden place just off Yonge Street (where it's surprising you can hide anything) is their unabashed Europeanism. And this place doesn't disappoint in this regard. It's small (actually slightly cramped), it's homey, and the kitchen is in full view of the customers filled with happy "chefs."
But the problem with this place is that it has certain other European aspects that are not so great. First of all, the portions are very continental. While my eggplant parmesan was rich and thick, it was a very small chunk. Each bite was well mixed and the sauce was the star. I could definitely see why they sell their sauce by itself for home use. Heck, I would have bought a jar of it if I could legally transport it back to the states.
Still, at almost $9.00 (written out with commas of course) for what would be a lunch portion, I just couldn't totally get behind it. My lady got a rice and vegetable dish of some sort which just seemed to be the sauce in huge amounts over some dried rice. As I mentioned, the sauce was great but this dish tasted awful.
I also didn't like the European concept of not having everything that's on the board (despite choosing the entrees that day). While I loved that they made fresh things, I would prefer to at least know what's available before I make a trek to a restaurant. Maybe I'm too North American in that regard. I don't know.