Grand Electric, Parkdale's newest smash hit on the areas growing culinary landscape is a treat for all the senses. Simple-enough, beautifully presented, clean and robust Mexican flavours that give off pervasively pleasing aromas as you bob your head to tight beats.
Unless you plan on eating at 6pm, sharp (!) right when they open, be prepared for a wait. They do, however, keep the menu and most especially, the Bourbon, flowing until late!
Read my blogTO review of Grand Electric HERE
Wednesday, 21 December 2011
Thursday, 8 December 2011
Those looking for their lunchtime fix in Toronto’s Financial District might want to try out this Japanese and Korean restaurant found in the depths of the PATH. It has an extensive menu, happy hour specials and, for those short on time, an efficient take-out sibling in Ho Shim located just next door. I advise you take advantage of those happy hour specials prior to ordering, because you’re paying for the convenience of the location, maybe not the quality or character of the food.
Read my blogTO review of Akco Lounge HERE
Wednesday, 7 December 2011
Ah, puede ser el invierno, pero se siente como México. (Ah, it might be winter, but it feels like Mexico.) I sincerely hope I translated that properly!
My personal take on what my good friends at Frida Restaurant have taught me. The Huevos Rancheros from Casa de Finestone come equipped with melted cheddar cheese on a warm tortilla topped with two sunny side eggs, fresh guacamole, grilled peppers, red onions, jalapenos and salsa roja.
A little Huevos to brighten up a dull morning. ¡Es bueno!
Yep, another asian influenced restaurant review featuring a place that, of course, serves Dim Sum, too.
Get used to it, because I'm hitting up all the spots!
Read my full blogTO review of Best Dragon Seafood Restaurant HERE
|Moo Shiu Pork|
|Sizzling Diced Beef Tenderloin with Cashews in Honey Pepper Sauce|
|Shanghai Style Fried Noodles|
Friday, 2 December 2011
The cold has descended down upon the residents of Toronto and the first snowfall has left the ground frosted over and specked with white. With the sunlight streaming through my blinds this morning, the only sign of the incumbent winter was marked by the nearly bare branches of the maple and red oak that swayed gently in the nippy breeze.
The heat is on inside my house and the warmth of the frying pan is as comforting as the aromas of fried red onion and garlic. The smokiness of roasted red peppers and the sweet balance of sun-dried tomatoes meld into the salty burst of sizzling sausage, cleanly finished by the subtly bitterness of fresh chopped spinach. Atop a fluffy bed of eggs with a few dashes of red chilies, breakfast is served.
Good morning Toronto, good morning winter, good morning world.