What better way to start off the new year than by hitting up three best of’s? It just so happened that best cinnamon bun, best whisky bar and best ribs where within a 40 minute radius of each other. We still had to transit out to the beaches/almost Scarborough though.
Seeing as we were going for cinnamon buns, it made sense to get there soon after the Beaches Bakeshop opened, lest they all sell out or become stale. Once inside the bakery all temptation was lest loose, everything looked delicious and I was overwhelmed. We settled on splitting a cinnamon bun and a Swedish shortbread (it had a sign saying “try our new Swedish shortbread!”- how could I resist?). One bite and I was smitten! Who knew cinnamon buns could be so light and delicious, not causing a stomachache or toothache (*cough Cinnabon cough*). Instead of icing it was lightly sprinkled with rock sugar. It was so soft and had just the right amount of cinnamon filling and the bun was perfect. Seriously, perfect.
Having now had our breakfast, we walked down the street to The Feather’s Pub. We had to stop along the way, partly to indulge in the cinnamon bun and partly to let a horrible spitting man continue walking until he was far away from us. I strongly considered ordering a whisky sour and having them just put whatever whisky they had in it, opting not to order a fancy expensive whisky and ruining it with sour mix. Which led me to the thought that, hey, if this is the best whisky bar surely there must be a whisky I will enjoy straight?
This in turn led us to ordering the whisky tasting tour option. A great start to the day. We were presented with a paper mat, labelling each whisky. We had a water dropper, and according to the information booklet we were to add one drop of water before tasting. In the booklet there was information on each distiller along with a section for us to fill in our impressions of each. As we went along we ranked them and kept track in the margins. It was a lot of fun, trying to put words to my impressions. A lot of ooohhs and hmms. As it turns out, whisky on its own is not that bad, depending on the distiller. I discovered I do not like the flavour of peat moss.
We walked down to Queen St. E to Hogtown Smoke for lunch. We were there half an hour after open, or so we thought. There was a sign in the window saying that they’d be opening at 1pm instead. We walked around for a bit, loitered in the library and headed back.
According to the menu, they do not serve ribs until after 4pm. It would have been nice if they mentioned this on the website. But no matter, there were plenty of other lunch options. Brent had the brisket and it was a damn fine sandwich. Just a pile of smoked brisket between two buns, no fancy accoutrements mucking it up- how a sandwich should be. The chicken wings were amazing. I did not know that there could be so much meat on a chicken wing. I also did not know that one could produce such crispy smoked skin without drying the meat out. Hogtown Smoke knocked it out of the park with their chicken wings, easily the best (non-saucy) chicken wings in the city. I can only imagine how delicious the ribs must be! And oh darn, we will just have to go back to Hogtown Smoke again some other time for dinner. Oh no, more smoked meat, oh darn.