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Four years ago is when it all started. Searching for a restaurant for a friends birthday I came upon a short review on Toronto Life for Weezies. Wanting to be on the west end, my friends opted for not and Weezies became a fading dream. As the years continued I would dig my brain for the name of the restaurant, but could only remember their famous, talked about mac and cheese appetizer. It wasn't until a little over a year ago the name popped up again and I yearned to go there; so many years of pent up expectations. But still, night after night other restaurants won the bill and Weezies was left to almost become another distant, faded memory...Until last week my partner picked me up from work and we wanted to see a movie at Scotiabank. As we went through the list of restaurants in the area nothing was resonating, until I remembered the restaurant hugging the corner of Power and King...a true hidden gem by it's real definition.
I was beyond excited. The ambiance is sensual and sultry. Dark wood aligns the wall and splatters of red highlights are somewhere and every in between. The booths used to be lined with a black snake print design, but it's seen better days. Perhaps just a sign of a constant flow of patrons fighting for a table. I found the middle of the restaurant to be a bit stark. Don't get me wrong, I hate when tables are squeezed in for maximum profit, but something felt cold within this warm palette.
On to the food. We started with the fried white fish and tarter sauce. A take on fish and chips. I really enjoyed the tarter sauce and the fish was delicate and had a subdued flavor. It wasn't anything spectacular but good enough to finish them all.
I ordered the tagliatelle. I think there were pistachios, some chanterelle mushrooms and roasted tomatoes in a slightly spicy oil. A pungent French cheese was oozing between the noodles. I wasn't very impressed. Portion size was fair but the tagliatelle wasn't home made and the dish could have used more roasted tomatoes. Every bite the flavor would stop short. My partner ordered the burger which looked so good - too bad I don't eat meat. Everyone raves about it and I can see why. The french fries are just like the skinny ones you'd get in a French bistro is Paris. My partner was tempted to slap my hand, as I was focusing more on his dish than mine.
I couldn't figure it out. Why wasn't I blown away? Were my expectations too high? Did I set myself up for failure? Then I looked across my table and noticed the chef wasn't in the kitchen tonight. She was chatting with other diners. It was her night off! Overall, I wouldn't put Weezies in my top restaurants. I did like the ambiance and I would consider going again on a night when the chef is actually cooking. I've built this one up for too long to just let it actually become a faded memory.
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