Everyone I talked to in Toronto seems to know and love this place. Maybe I didn't order the right thing, but I thought it was just okay. Fun place; it was packed, with loud music, nice looking people, friendly staff, everyone seemed to be having a good time. I wasn't terribly hungry so I got the prosciutto and melon. Now, this should be a simple, classic dish, not hard to execute properly. The prosciutto and the melon get equal billing in the title; I like nice slices of cantaloupe accented with the ham. But, no, not on the plate here; the starring role was given over to a generous serving of prosciutto, while a few little chunks of cantaloupe made but a cameo appearance. Topped off by a suprise (and unwelcome) appearance by some balsamic vinegar. I will give it another go next time I'm in town, but this did not augur well.