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This was just shy of a perfect rating, but mainly because of the slight disappointment with the main course that may have just been my own silly delusions of grandeur. Overall this is easily one of the best restaurants in Toronto, and certainly one of the most classy as well.
I decided to take a stroll one night in and around the University area, as well as a little bit of Bloor, and finish it up with a walk down through the government part of town, with a brief stop here for a pleasant bite to eat. I ended up staying for an entire dinner, because the menu looked a lot like heaven to me. It's littered with many of my favorite French classics, but I decided to see how well they did with a few non-traditional items.
My waitress was about 55, and had the most obviously fake French accent I had ever heard. So fake in fact, that it might have been real, nevertheless I found it amusing, and it certainly hinted towards the amount of swank this place implies. She started me off with some relatively worthless bread, which was luckily accompanied by a heap of warm, delicious butter and since I never trust the waitstaff's recommendations, a bottle of pinot noir.
I couldn't resist having some traditional French fare, so I went with the onion soup, which was probably the best decision of the night. You can see in the picture this thing is just overflowing with amazing cheesy goodness, but what you can't see underneath is the perfect sized breadcrumbs and thinly sliced onions that were done exactly the way I like them for this dish. The broth was simply fantastic, I could have bathed in it.
Next up, I went for the crab cake, because I saw the table beside me had ordered one and it was big enough for them to split. Sold me right there. Add in some chipotle mayo and you almost convinced me to get two. It delivered as promised, and the spice kicked ass in a way remoulade could only dream of. Normally chipotle flavors are about as tame as peppers get, but this thing had some fire, props to the chef for taking this one up a notch.
I ended up finishing the night off with what was clearly a huge mistake on my part, passing up on the relatively inexpensive but glorious sounding New York strip topped with bleu cheese, and going for the special of the night, kangaroo with asparagus and mashed sweet potato, in a cabernet reduction. I didn't ask the price at the time, but it ended up being double what the steak was, for equal or less enjoyment, and tack on a bottle of shiraz to go with the pinot noir from earlier and my waitress didn't really care. It looked and tasted basically like beef medallions without all the fat, which for some people might be a bonus, but I LIKE THE FAT! Oh well, lesson learned. I wish the table of Australians who happened to be conveniently sitting right across from me had arrived just a few minutes earlier, as just after I ordered they were discussing how poor kangaroo meat actually was, and that they only served it to sucker tourists. Go me.
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