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| - I made a reservation at Buca Yorkville at least a month in advance as this restaurant was purported to be Toronto's best Italian restaurant. We were dressed to the nines and walked in with great expectation. The Matre D, a slick looking soul obviously very taken with himself, decided to seat us at an obscure corner table in the bar. As a former owner and manager of several restaurants, I know what a bad table is, and expressed my displeasure. The Maitre D glancing over our heads with disdain, said nothing was available for at least 30 minutes. I sat down mumbling to myself with enough volume to be heard by our server. Soon, another person came over and moved us to one of the several empty tables in the dining room. It was a "walk in" table, but certainly better to being relegated to Siberia in the bar. Our server was great and the seafood dishes were superior, but the pastas were infinitely underwhelming. The wine list was very nice and the sommelier recommended a succulant dry white. As we did enjoy ourselves we thought an early reservation on the American Thanksgiving would be a wonderful prelude to the Brett Favre number retirement game televised from Lambeau. We asked the "god's gift to the world" Maitre D for a 6:00 PM reservation for the following evening. He pursed his lips, squinched his nostrils, and said, "We have nothing." Thus, the moral of this story is if you are a tourist, or if you are not a young European trendoid with a casual nonchalance towards everything around you, you will be treated like waste at Boca Yorkville.
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