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It had been so long since I had written my fooding list, I could not for the life of me remember why El Cabalito was listed. The tacos? The tequila? Who can say. After watching Croatia defeat England in World Cup we headed over, a little earlier than our reservation but the place was empty so it didn’t matter.

I went in there with the intention of getting a margarita but who can say no to a mezcal mule?! I ended up having a second drink anyways so I got my margarita fix. Both were delicious. We ordered a plate of nachos with pulled pork and some tacos. Soon after we devoured our chicken and fish tacos we realized we needed more. The taco orders were singles and even with the nachos we needed more food. We ordered the beef brisket, pulled pork and shrimp ones. While Brent and Andrew said the beef one was the best and the chicken one of the worst, I disagreed, stating that it was the reverse in fact. It was clearly: chicken, shrimp, pork, fish, beef. Luckily we left just enough room for a churros ice cream sandwich. I mistakenly tried to eat it with a fork. The drinks were strong and we had arrived at dinner coming from a bar. It was not my fault. The ice cream sandwich was epic.


Can’t Say No To That Plan

What plan was it I couldn’t say no to? Walking to Dufferin Mall = exercise and an excuse to stop at Baker Bots for an ice cream sandwich (aka still the best one in the city, no matter what you say, better than Bang Bang!). From there dipping south to Brazil Bakery for the best custard tart in the city… meaning we got to walk back home via anything-but-Bloor. It was the perfect plan. All the moreso given how long it took us to get out of the house, because the bakery is open until midnight.

On the way we passed by a bar advertising two delicious sounding beers: a blueberry sour and a grape vidal sour. We pondered it as we walked to the bakery. How could we say no to that? It was settled. We would stop and have a break, seeing as we were so fast at Dufferin Mall we didn’t really get a break. While we were sitting at The Mutt, resting our barking dogs, we perused the menu. There was a plum sour that just sounded amazing. In fact I took so long drinking my blueberry sour, even with Brent taking the last quarter, that he had time to order the plum sour which was the clear winner of the three.

The custard tart was good. Can’t really go wrong with one. The tart part was a bit tough and chewy but the filling was good. This story turned out to be more about the beer than the tart.

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Posted by on July 8, 2018 in Fooding, Uncategorized



Now that I work in the west end it made sense to go to Apache Burger for best late night burger– it was relatively close to my work and I finished in the evening. We got there right as the sun was setting, but still for me it felt late-night and by the time we left it was dark out- so it counts.

Second time around, I ordered a double cheeseburger. My complaint last time had been too much bun, not enough meat so it was the logical choice. This time the ratio was on point. BUT that means nothing when the burger itself is bland and not good. In my rankings it was only above Burger Shack and about on par with Holy Chuck, maybe a smidge higher.


I’d rather have Five Guys.

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Posted by on June 20, 2018 in Fooding, Uncategorized


I’ll Have the Beouf

madame beouf strong cocktails good burger ok hotdog, cheese fries lies lies lies

It was so long ago now (ok fine, it’s only been a year) since I came up with the alternate fooding list that I can barely rememner why certain restaurants are on the list or what my sources are (North Toronto Post? Toronto Life? Pretty pictures on Instagram?- who can say). One of those was Madame Beouf. This was a summer one so we had to wait for the appropriate weather. I initially thought we would be going on a Saturday when it becomes Madame Beouf and Flea and half the place is a flea market but it didn’t work out that way.

When Brent asked me what the deal was I quickly scramble to google it while pretending I totally knew. I was pleasantly surprised to find out that the guy behind Rose & Son et al. was also behind Madame Beouf. Maybe going on a non-flea market day wouldn’t be so bad after all? I mean cocktails on tap sounded great.


I was really sold when I read about the cheese fries and saw a photo: shoe string fries with a house-made cheese sauce! Instead what we got were crinkle-cut fries with melted slices of American cheese (read: it did not stay melted). I was sad. At least I had a fancy-sounding banquet hotdog to cheer me up. It had bacon and cheese- can’t go wrong. The clear knock-out however was the burger. Oh, and those on-tap cocktails? Strong. The hibiscus margarita was amazing, the long island iced tea was just standard. Oh, and nice patio.

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Posted by on June 19, 2018 in Uncategorized


My Milkshake…

I continue not being a fan of milkshakes. Even though, I am willing to admit that the one from Sweet Jesus, the current best in the city according to BlogTO, was the best one yet. This is probably due to the fact that it was made with soft serve ice cream for which I have a soft spot in my stomach. Why drink your ice cream when you can chomp down on it?!– I say!


Any excuse for soft serve and I am there. Even if I am getting over a bad head cold and ice cream is like the last thing I need. The brownie concoction was particularly palate-pleasing and I did not regret my decision to leave the comforts of home and venture out- even if my head felt like a brick. Sweet Jesus barely swayed me in my milkshake opinion.

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Posted by on June 19, 2018 in Fooding, Uncategorized



Whenever I spot a cheese I am sure is in the 1000 foods book I buy it. Any excuse for cheese right? Trouble is these are not the usual cheeses I am used to (aka bland Canadian* versions of European cheeses).

Where do I even begin on Gorgonzola? We were at Harvest Wagon (fancy grocery store for fancy people) and I suggested we check out the cheese section. We were there because ~somebody~, who shall remain nameless, purchased parsley instead of dill (we were making dolmas that weekend). Gorgonzola may possibly be the most confused cheese of all time. I have never tasted so many different profiles in my life. It was salty, sweet, umami, creamy with a hard rind, a little bit acidic at times. Each bite was more confusing than the last. It did not help that for my first bite I loaded the cracker sky-high with cheese. I have since learned that gorgonzola is to be eaten in small, tiny portions. Even still, I am not a fan.

Last week I chanced upon parmigiano-reggiano (aka parmesan) cheese at the store and I couldn’t resist. I had read in Real Food/Fake Food that a great way to enjoy it is drizzled with a bit of olive oil. And what do you know, since I had read that book last summer I have only been buying proper olive oil- which just so happened to also be in the 1000 foods book. So convenient! As with most cheeses, I preferred it melted. But it was still good either way.


*I have since glanced through a book of good Canadian cheeses and am on the lookout

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Posted by on June 19, 2018 in 1001 Foods, Uncategorized


Olive? Oh No.

We’ve expanded our food adventures beyond the scope of the BlogTO best of’s list. Partly due to a dwindling list and geographical constraints. Partly due to an expanded list of sources. Our latest outing was thanks to the 1001 Foods book. We were out on the hunt for niçoise olives. They just so happened to be on offer at Cafe Boulud, conveniently located in Yorkville. I had been wanting to eat at one of Daniel Boulud’s restaurants for a while now.

One cold Saturday night (back in March was it?- I’m behind) we found ourselves getting all gussied up and heading out on the town. We got to the Four Seasons hotel and promptly got lost. Wandering through the lobby we got to the downstairs bar. We had followed the signs so the only logical conclusion was that we had to go up the stairs by the bar. In retrospect it seems quite obvious. But at the time! (We had walked halfway back to the lobby and back).

We split the appetizer that featured the olives. The waiter did not bat an eyelash at it. As we sat there still looking at the menu it dawned on us that we may have ordered a salad. Crap. I hate salads so much! Soon our complimentary bread arrived and I did a double-take. It was in a tiny sack-cloth and I swear I had just seen that same dish presentation on a BuzzFeed list of hipster food going too far.

AUTHOR’S NOTE:  I just found this post in my Drafts. I do not remember much of the food. We were too distracted by the table next to us. It was a party of 7-8, one person’s birthday. Everyone ordered freely, not doing the math. Then the bill came. One guy was shocked at the bill, he tried to to the math, had to redo it because he forgot the birthday girl doesn’t pay, $200/person?! Him and a few others freaked out. How did this happen?! they wondered. Meanwhile the birthday girl sat there awkwardly silent. The guy who had just been bragging about his worldly travels and new-found affluence was suddenly balking at a restaurant bill. What they had not realized was that the girls at the other end of the table had been freely ordering multiple bottles of wine- not a care in the world. At a fancy restaurant no less. He starting adjusting his math, trying to calculate each individual’s bill plus a portion of the birthday girl’s bill. A lot of awkwardness interspersed with math ensued. Needless to say when they were leaving and the guy mentioned splitting an Uber, an emphatic NO arose from everyone.

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Posted by on June 17, 2018 in Uncategorized

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