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Marben redux

21 May
A bubble of olive puree ready to burst on the tongue

A bubble of olive puree ready to burst on the tongue

I’m delighted to see chef Rob Bragagnolo back in Toronto and ensconced at the latest iteration of Marben, owner Simon Benstead’s hot spot on Wellington West. I hadn’t tasted Bragagnolo’s food since he was at Lobby in 2006, one of two or three chefs in the city then offering a menu that showcased molecular cuisine. He had spent the previous five years working for English chef Marc Fosh at the one-Michelin-star Read’s hotel in Mallorca and had picked up the molecular vibe so prevalent in Spain at the time. Coming home to Toronto was a great idea but Lobby’s customers weren’t the avant-garde audience he needed. Before too long, he and his sous chef, Sergio Fiorino, had moved on to Fumetti on Brant Street but again it didn’t work out. Bragagnolo went back to Mallorca.

Now he’s back and Benstead threw a party to celebrate, inviting the media to dinner. It was a splendid meal – 17 fascinating, well-judged courses that showcased Bragagnolo’s mastery of many techniques, ancient and modern. The scale and sophistication of the meal took me back to the way Toronto used to dine pre-2009, when every chef worth his salt loved to put together a flamboyant and thought-provoking tasting menu. Wouldn’t it be great if Marben started a trend back towards that sort of entertaining artistry and away from the heavy-handed, self-righteous and dull domesticity of so much of Hogtown’s current hipster cooking?

Carrot

Carrot

Here are some highlights from Bragagnolo’s feast. He started us with a Szechuan button to numb the tongue and lips – like licking a 6-volt battery – and stimulate the palate, pairing it with a spoonful of citrus granité to further chill the cold heat of the tingling.

Then came a brown bubble in a spoon that looked and wobbled like a raw egg yolk but burst into olive purée in your mouth. A fine beetroot brunoise was the sweet, rooty counterpoint.

There was a Noma-style flower pot filled with layers of carrot purée, pistachio dukkah, preserved lemon cream, cumin and sesame seeds served with a fresh baby carrot to use as a scoop… So much was memorable! A thick sunchoke cream with sunchoke crisps strewn over it – so simple and delicious. Mini air chiabatta like crisp puffs or crunchy bread balloons, wrapped in gorgeous Serrano ham (chef acknowledged El Bulli circa 2003 for the idea).

How about razor clam chopped and returned to its shell with chorizo dimes and a parsley and clam gel? It shared the plate with a Raspberry point oyster topped with hazelnut crumble and trout roe, eliciting a wow.

The delectable Canadian paella before the concentrated bisque inundation

The delectable Canadian paella before the concentrated bisque inundation

My favourite dish of the evening was the first of three main courses, a “Canadian paella” of crab, lobster and mussels with crispy wild rice, tiny moments of red pepper, almond and snap pea with a dab of saffron-paprika aioli. Bragagnolo finsihed the dish by pouring on an exaggeratedly intense, dark lobster-crab bisque of thrilling and uncompromising flavour. It killed the accompanying wine – a merry little rosé – but blew me away.

“This is uppity food,” joked wine writer Konrad Ejbich who was sitting at our table. He is absolutely right and it’s high time for it. Bragagnolo plans a chef’s tasting menu as a regular feature at the new Marben. Hooray.

Marben is at 488 Wellington Street West. 416 979 1990. www.marbenrestaurant.com.

 

 

ND Sushi & Grill revisited

01 May
ikura

ikura

There has been lots of interesting Japanese food in my life recently, including some good sushi at Jabistro, but nothing better than an ethereal soft-shelled crab on Monday night at ND Sushi & Grill. I’ve written about ND before for Zoomer magazine but I hadn’t been back for months. It’s something of a joke in our house that the only night of the week when my wife ever wants to go out to a restaurant is Monday, when so many places are chiuso. Luckily ND was open and though we weren’t able to ask for the $50 omakase experience (amazing value but you have to give a day’s notice) we found plenty of treats on the menu.

I’m a big fan of ND. When they first opened last year, owners Andy and Jasmine Chon did everything, Andy in the kitchen and Jasmine in charge of the front-of-house. They now have a server so Jasmine can help in the kitchen. The room is plainly decorated but has its own spare elegance and an ambience of calm and dignity that is perfectly in tune with Andy Chon’s food. Impeccably fresh and precise, his dishes are always startlingly beautiful to look at. If you go, you should pay attention to the specials blackboard on the bar and order everything on it. On Monday that was three kinds of sashimi – hiramasa, hamachi and a shoyu-marinated salmon roe that looked like a tiny mountain made of rubies, fringed by red and green seaweed fronds and a ribbon of cucumber and topped with a jaunty dab of mashed daikon.

The marvellous crab

The marvellous crab

I could go on about the barbecued eel or the sublime braised black cod, but the crab is supposed to be our theme. I’ve had fried soft-shelled crab that comes across like chewy fish-and-chip-shop batter and others that have just been sponges for oil. ND’s was plump and juicy, delicately flavoured and coated in the lightest, crispest, most greaseless tempura batter you could wish for. The crab sat over a sharp ponzu sauce, made opaque with mashed daikon and chopped green onion so that it looked like a rock pool.

My wife doesn’t like soft-shelled crab but I insisted she tasted it. She immediately ordered one for herself. So crisp, so light in texture… The best soft-shelled crab I can remember.

ND Sushi & Grill is at 3 Baldwin Street (the McCaul Street end). 416 551 6362.

 

Leafs Five Habs One E11even Ten out of Ten

14 Apr

e11even 006Woohoo! We certainly picked the right night for our one and only visit to a Leafs game this season. The team was on fire with four goals in a dazzling and dramatic first period while James Reimer handled just about everything the Habs could pour onto him. Up in the reds, my wife and I were hoarse with screaming. Prior to the game we had a most satisfactory dinner at E11even, MLSE’s clever, comfortable, discreetly sophisticated restaurant. The company’s Director of Culinary, chef Robert Bartley’s menu hasn’t changed much in the three years it’s been open – which only shows they got the formula right from the outset. Graham Pelley is the restaurant executive chef, having worked his way up from sous, and he too was firing on all cylinders last night.

X hits the spot - a bacon lover's dream

X hits the spot – a bacon lover’s dream

In a previous review of the place, I had found fault with the crab cake’s consistency so it may or may not have been a coincidence that he sent one out as an appetizer. It was pretty much flawless last night, moist but not at all gummy and packed with big chunks of crab meat under a well-judged creamy slaw. He also decided we needed to taste the house signature bacon starter – two enormous, thickly sliced rashers of bacon, cross-charred from the grill and smothered in a maple syrup sauce with finely chopped chives and thyme. The combination of sweetness and the flavour of the grill worked beautifully together – such a simple but effective slap shot to the pleasure net.

Wendy had the lobster cobb salad as a main course – a huge bowl of yummy ingredients featuring more bacon, egg, diced avocado, romaine and radicchio, cherry tomatoes and a generous amount of lightly poached lobster – and it should be generous at $34 a pop. They toss it with a tangy blue cheese dressing and while lobster and blue cheese isn’t the first thing that springs to mind when you think of collaborative gustatory epiphanies it actually works very well. Sommelier Jonathan MacCalder picked a good Chablis as accompaniment and everything was happy on that side of the table.

miso-glazed black cod with chanterelles and creamed corn

miso-glazed black cod with chanterelles and creamed corn

On my side, too. The fish of the day was miso-glazed black cod, a dish that matched the retro mood of most of the menu. Chef Pelley executed it most delicately, just slipping the fish into wood smoke for four minutes to give it a whisper of the forest before roasting it off very quickly in a hot oven. It was impeccable – moist and flaky with the miso glaze very subtly achieved, just a light gilding on the surface of the fish. Again the accompaniments were simple but delicious – a great many golden chanterelles from the west coast and a purée of creamed corn that was as smooth as bechamel. We finished by sharing a sticky toffee pudding – definitely one of the best I’ve ever had – right up there with the version I once rhapsodized about at Ravine winery in Niagara. That one was made by Ravine’s pastry cook, Amy Pelley, who is Graham Pelley’s wife and he managed to persuade her to part with the recipe, much to E11even’s benefit. Crowned with vanilla ice cream, the steamed pudding was light and fluffy but imbued with a sense of butter. And then that delightful game! If the Leafs and the Habs do meet in the first round of the playoffs, we could be in for more treats.

 

Moses McIntee cocktails at Paese

12 Apr

 

The Inspirato Dal Maestro in all its glory

The Inspirato Dal Maestro in all its glory

Fellow restaurant geeks and industry cv nerds, this paragraph is for you. Everyone else, skip to para 2. Ame > Toronto Temperance Society > The Ritz Carlton > Lucid > The Museum Tavern > and now the L-eat group of properties featuring Paese and L-Eat Express… ace bartender and mixologist Moses McIntee gets around. Which is good because it has dragged me out of the house, following him hither and yon over the years. At Lucid, he was heavily into molecular mixology – lots of flasks and frozen gases. At The Museum Tavern it was more about barrel-aged cocktails (O M G – that aged Negroni!). Then, a couple of weeks ago, he left to join the group of businesses operated by Tony Loschiavo, an influential and excellent group including Paese (almost 25 years old, up on Bathurst), the new Paese on King Street West, L-eat Catering and L-eat Express. Tony himself handles all the wine stuff for his establishments – he is a brilliant sommelier, avid collector, dedicated vertical-vintage fan of such immortal luminaries as Quintarelli, Tignanello, etc, and also one of the very good guys in this tricksy hospitality business. Moses is his new Bar Director – and therein lies the meat of this posting.

As a sort of announcement of his latest position, Moses has made public (“shared” as we say in the merry, bustling world of social media) a flipbook of new, original, seasonal cocktails that he has created for Paese on King Street West. If you click here, http://snack.to/ft3l48fm, the book, with all its fascinating recipes and plangent background anecdotes, will miraculously appear! Meanwhile, let me offer some pictures of the Inspirato Dal Maestro cocktail (gin, Campari, orange juice, prosecco granita) manifesting itself before your very eyes. The finished version stands proudly at the top; the necessary steps below. I’ll leave you to imagine the swirling flavours you would experience if you made your way to Paese and ordered the cocktail from Moses himself… Consider it a commandment.

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Step one

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Step 2

 

 

 

 

 

Give me a Knuckle Sandwich

01 Apr
Chef Markus Bestig demonstrates the best way to eat a Knuckle Sandwich. Thanks to Cindy La for the pictures

Chef Markus Bestig demonstrates the best way to eat a Knuckle Sandwich. Thanks to Cindy La for the pictures

The overriding question is this: How much sport can a man follow? Right now Chelsea Football Club and the Toronto Maple Leafs rely on me. So does the England cricket team and Andy Murray. So do I want to clamber slowly back onto the Blue Jays bandwagon and see where it takes me this year? Who knows what wandering path it will trundle along, what emotional landscape it will pass through? I was a serious follower 20 years ago, but…

Meanwhile, to help everyone make up his or her mind, the bench coaches at Oliver & Bonacini have come up with something delightful, a sandwich to honour the Blue Jays and especially knuckleballer R. A. Dickey. They’re calling it the Knuckle Sandwich. Chef Markus Bestig (who goes wherever in the organisation he is needed and is currently at Canteen in the TIFF Lightbox building) invented it and I had a chance to taste one this afternoon.

Today’s date didn’t go unnoticed as I made my way to Canteen but the Knuckle Sandwich turned out to be real – and undeniably delicious. Chef Bestig begins with a big, soft, lightweight, yellow hot dog bun from Champs (it has a fine ballpark look to it). Into this he piles a tiny bit of lettuce, some sauerkraut and a sweet jumble of smoked pork hock and pulled pork shoulder cooked with apple and onion and a hint of caraway. The treat is finished with crispy fried onions and a lot of good hot mustard made with apple and Mill St. porter beer. That tangy mustard is forward in the sandwich’s flavour when you bite, followed by the sweetness of the tender meat, the soft, moist crunch of the ’kraut and the crisper crunch of the onions. It’s all surprisingly delicately textured and yummy. The Knuckle Sandwich will be on the menu at Canteen whenever the Jays have a home game. It costs $8 and comes with a $5 20-oz tankard of Mill St. Tankhouse ale – an ideal match.

But the link to the Jays doesn’t stop there. Chef Bestig, egged on by Chef Anthony Walsh, will also create a dish at Canteen to “honour” visiting teams. When the Red Sox come to town on April 5th, for instance, that dish will be Jerk Chicken – in homage to Boston’s new manager. Too funny.

I guess I will have to climb onto the bandwagon now that I’ve tasted the Knuckle Sandwich. I still have my Ernie Whitt shirt somewhere, I think, and a baseball signed by Jeff Musselman.

Go Jays.

CindyLa-3900

 

La Bella Managua ceviche

09 Mar

ceviche

We went for a walk this beautiful morning, my beautiful wife and I – a long walk, westwards on College to Dufferin and up to Bloor and back again. Once upon a time we would have had a restaurant in mind as a destination but I’m beginning to understand that there’s more to life than food. Until you get hungry. Suddenly, it was a matter of some urgency to find a place offering sustenance and wine. We had passed through entire cuisines on our peripatetic perambulation – Chinese, Caplanskish, Italian, Portuguese, the global smorgasbord of Ossington, a passim proliferation of brunch places (but we have never been brunch people), Eritrean, Ethiopian, and were almost at Little Korea when we spotted La Bella Managua, a Nicaraguan restaurant at 872 Bloor Street West, just west of Grace. We went in.

In the old days, when I used to review restaurants for Toronto Life magazine, I would have described the place as “unpretentious” and readers would have understood precisely what to expect. But I would also have made mention that there were tablecloths on the tables (so unusual in these hipster times), polite and efficient service (ditto) and a cheerful colour scheme of yellow, white and blue. I had been there once before, years ago, when writing a column on Latin restaurants for the aforementioned city magazine, but La Bella Managua had not made the cut.

Walking in there this morning brought those far-off times flooding back! I remember that column. I had decided it would be hilariously funny if I pretended to the reader that I had misunderstood the assignment and had therefore gone to Opus, Splendido, Terra, Ultra, Edo, Grano, IV Lounge (you get the joke by now?), Ampeli, Bella Vista, Centro, Citrus, Domani, Ferro, Flava, Insomnia, Messis, Musa, Oro, Serra, Sono, Teatro, Tempo, and Veni Vidi Vici! Restaurants with Latin names!!! Hahahahahahahahaha!!! But it was not to be. John Macfarlane was polite but firm. No. Our Latin category meant something else. As I very well knew.

Good times.

Anyway. This morning… Wendy and I sat down and ordered the mixed house ceviche that you see in the photograph above. It was really good. Okay, we were hungry, but it was very well done. Shrimp and whitefish chopped up with raw onion, red and green pepper, cilantro and a marinade of acid and mild chili heat suspended in a sort of V8- or tomato juice-enriched dressing. The balance was beautifully judged – and balance is everything in a ceviche. I recall a trip to New York, 12 years ago, to taste the ceviche Douglas Rodriguez was serving at some wacko outlet called Chicama, in the ABC Carpet & Home department store. I had eaten Rodriguez’s cooking before at Yuca in Miama and loved the exuberant Cuban-American vibe. His New York ceviche was awesome – easily the best thing on the menu. It was Peruvian style, made to order from finely chopped raw scallops, shrimp, octopus, calamari and peppers bathed in a startlingly tart marinade of citrus juices, saffron and chilies, served in a martini glass. Acid and heat battled it out while the sweet tastes of the seafood slipped quietly by. It would have been the ultimate Platonic ceviche except that they overdid the chili heat. It’s hard to appreciate balance when your tongue is literally being dissolved by C18H27NO3.

And here in Toronto I have had truly great ceviche from Claudio Aprile over the years, and some almost-as-good dishes from El Fogon, where they salt the whitefish then marinate it for a few hours in lemon juice and serve it (oh so authentically Peruvianly) with big chunks of potato and corn on the cob, chopped onion and cilantro.

As I was trying to say, the mixed ceviche at La Bella Managua is another good one. It’s daintily served in a pretty modern bowl, with a heap of greaseless fried plantain chips, a polite but authoritative side of avocado, garnishes of raw tomato and lemon (if you want to add more acid) and a bottle of green El Yucateco habanero sauce (if you want to rev up the capsaicin). Would I fly to New york to taste it?  Not any more. That is no longer my mandate. But it’s much more fun than yer average, eggy Toronto brunch.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yakitori Bar

20 Dec

Yakitori Bar hangs out its shingle

The quality of Baldwin Street’s restaurant strip continues to rise in a sinuous gyre – which is lovely for me since I live a three-minute waddle away (two minutes, if striding in a forthright manner). Hemant Bhagwani has taken over the old Jodhpur Palace property, turning it into a miniature recreation of his Global Tacos (the original version, on Mount Pleasant, closed some months ago). Now Sang Kim (co-creator of Ki and Blowfish) has set up shop on the corner of McCaul (right next door to the highly esteemed ND Sushi and Grill) with a flash, friendly, very cool Korean spot called Yakitori Bar as well as a second project in the rear of the building – a bi bim bap take-out spot cleverly called The Seoul Food Co. Yakitori has been packed since it opened – not so much with the Asian students who line up in all sorts of weather outside the ramen bar at the other end of the strip, but with 20- and even 30-something foodies who have followed the building’s 30-day renovation on Sang’s blog and are curious to see what all the fuss is about.

Sang himself is one answer to that question. Dapper in his trilby, he is the consummate host, hip but warm-hearted (part of the proceeds of the sale of certain dishes heads straight to Japan and charitable post-tsunami reconstruction) and always interested in something more than the bottom line. He also teaches first-class sushi lessons on the premises.

Another reason is executive chef Shin Aoyama (of EDO, Ki and Koko! in recent years). This time he’s prepping yakitori to be sure but also serving forth a broad and delectable array of contemporary Korean street foods, all fresh and beautifully balanced, plus some great fusion ideas.

Before we taste some of those dishes, however, consider another interesting aspect of Yakitori’s debutante menu – the inclusion of guests chefs’ signature skewers – an opportunity for talented chefs who aren’t necessarily cooking in conventional kitchens to showcase their work through the signature medium of sauced yakitori. For example, Peter Minakis of the Kalofagas food blog has offered a butan kalamaki – a juicy, rigani-scented pork souvlaki by any other name, that reminds me of my youthful sojourn in the Ionian. Nettie Cronish, nonpareil of natural and organic cuisine has created an almond nut butter tofu-tori. Former private chef and educator Vanessa Yeung has proposed flank steak satays marinated in soy, hoisin and sugar which impart awesome flavour to the slightly chewy meat. And more and more… Such a nice idea!

Three ages of kimchi: three months, two weeks and one day

Meanwhile, Shin Aoyama’s own menu is a treat. $4.95 buys a flight of three differently aged kimchis – one day, two weeks and three months old – all crunchy, nicely chilied-up and increasingly acidic and funky the older they get. Kimchi poutine is another possibility – with melted cheese sandwiched between okay fries and awesome caramelized kimchi – or how about gochu rellenos, green korean chilies, panko-crusted and deep-fried, stuffed with dense ground pork. I loved the two soups we tried – one a sleak, creamy, subtle white miso chowder filled with little clams and shrimp, the other a busan bouillabaisse of hokkaido scallop, shrimp and flaky cod in a spicy house broth.

Main courses (nothing costs more than $9.95) are big enough to share. Oxtail braised in red wine and soy was brilliantly tender, falling from the bone, but the meat hadn’t lost its own sapid juices. It was sticky and rich but not heavy. Pork belly, too, was surprisingly delicate, seasoned with soy and topped with half a boiled egg.

Squash duk bok ki

The yakitori themselves are robust rather than dainty, and perfectly grilled. The chicken thigh option was my favourite, though the beef tongue came a close second, both served with three dipping sauces of sesame, soy and kimchi. Then I tried the Godzilla skewer, another guest chef’s creation, this time from the mind of Shinji Yamaguchi, who is owner-chef of Gushi, a shipping-container street-food resto on Dundas Street West. Godzilla turns out to be balls of ground chicken flavoured with onion, soy sauce and coriander and dressed with Yamaguchi’s trademark Gushi teriyaki sauce.

We finished with rice cakes (no dessert is offered) like long, very dense, very heavy cylinders of rice paste. In Korea, you see kids hanging outside the school eating these with a sweet red sauce. Here, they are served inside a hollowed-out squash with the self-same sauce and a generous smothering of melted cheese. Such is Baldwin Street’s charming cultural melange.

Yakitori has a list of sakes and fruity cocktails, four seasonal beers on tap, only eight wines and some first class water from Evian and Badoit. This place is definitely a filip for the neighbourhood and I am determined to become a regular customer.

Yakitori Bar is at 1 Baldwin St., 647 748 0083, www.yakitoribar.ca.

 

Richmond Station

16 Dec

The daily shark

So sad to hear that Dale Mackay has closed his two Vancouver restaurants, Ensemble and Ensemble Tap, neither of them yet two years old. The intense – and intensely talented – young chef was the winner of Top Chef Canada season one and a lot of us were excited to see what he did next. Here in Toronto, the victor from Top Chef Canada season two, Carl Heinrich, has made a more promising start. He too has parlayed his prize money of $100,000 into a place of his own, co-owned with butcher and charcutier Ryan Donovan. The two men were together at Marben in the same roles, advocating farm-to-table cooking and practising what they preached. I liked their work at Marben; I’m even happier with Richmond Station.

Physically, it’s really two restaurants – a large bar and dining room with soaring ceilings, a dramatic round window onto the street and an understated TTC-subway theme. (Well, why not? Torontonians wax lyrical about the Paris Metro and have an awed affection for the London Underground – why not the TTC?) Up some stairs at the rear is a more intimate area where design firm Stacklab has removed most of a wall to reveal the kitchen bustling with no fewer than 12 cooks on the night we visited. Ryan Donovan was quick to explain that the reason for such a large brigade was that they had all come in that day to break down a whole cow and a whole pig that had arrived earlier. Donovan is a total nose-to-tailer, of course, having worked at the Healthy Butcher and Cowbell, and it’s a very good sign that he’s passing on his knowledge and enthusiasm to others. Rumour has it there are always a dozen men and women in whites in the kitchen.

Richmond Station isn’t just a temple to meat, however. Both Donovan and Heinrichs are quick to point out that they care about fish and vegetables too. So we balance our starters with half a dozen mild, sweet, plump Lamarque Vert oysters from New Brunswick and a wooden plank of the daily charcuterie. There are slices of a softish, crimson beef heart salami with an intense beefy flavour; some bigger, pink, thinly cut slices of “Moscow sausage” made of finely ground pork and beef and served hot fron the grill; a coarse duck terrine en croute, its moist pastry crust just the merest sliver around the yummy terrine. A scoop of gorgeous duck parfait completes the selection along with two kinds of mustard, a beet relish, some pickled red onion and a little bowl of crispbreads. The waiter persuades me that a cocktail would be just right with the charcuterie and brings me a Chet Baker made with 12-year-old Eldorado rum, ginger, honey, vermouth and angostura – like a sweet, spicy rum Manhattan. I’d lose the honey but it works well with the meats.

Other treats? An excellent lobster bisque with an unusual texture as if two soups had been folded together, one a regular, creamy, middleweight bisque, the other foaming. There was plenty of lobster in the soup and a whack of fresh tarragon – and also some miniature croutons that someone had cunningly added at the very last minute so they were still crunchy.

On to moist, grill-charred fillets of sea bream served with wedges of potato rösti that for once in this city weren’t soggy with oil. There were perfect baby heirloom carrots, juicy pink-stemmed Swiss chard and a little herb salad of chives and delicate green leaves as a sort of garland. Like all Heinrich’s dishes, it showed a satisfying balance and a lack of fuss – just the way you or I might cook at home if we had chef’s naus and 12 dedicated people to help.

The best dish of the evening was a main course of roasted venison leg – the most tender and flavourful venison I can ever remember eating. Heinrich paired it with some deliciously logical, seasonal accompaniments – tiny lentils spiked with a carrot brunoise, a luxe celeriac puree, some teeny-weeny pan-fried cauliflower florets and a big, tangy cranberry-allspice jus that set all the other flavours on their best behaviour.

Heinrich is 27, Donovan 32; pastry chef Farzam Fallah looks about 16 but his work has a mature assurance. Apple pie cheesecake was exactly that – cheesecake on a graham crumb base with big juicy chunks of lightly poached, cinnamon-dusted apple and an add-on of walnut streusel – altogether soft, sweet and tangy. Date tart is like a date square from a country fair gussied up with a bourbon glaze, a mound of crunchy, salty shortbread crumbs and some crisp, translucent shards of whisky caramel. Fallah pairs it with an extraordinary ice cream infused with the flavour of toasted hay.

Richmond Station was packed the night I went and Donovan and Heinrich made frequent journeys into the dining rooms – as did other members of the kitchen brigade. The place had a great vibe like a braid of hope and energy and accomplishment that was as uplifting as a glass of Champagne, and service was friendly, smooth and professional (which is unusual among new restaurants these days).

Richmond Station is at 1 Richmond St. W., 647 748 1444, www.richmondstation.ca

Mon-Fri 11:30-10:30, Sat 5-10:30.

 

Tutti Matti goes crazy

13 Nov

La Sarta

It was the name that grabbed me – “Sagra dei Matti” – Festival of the Crazies… Some cultures devote a single night or at most a week to the Lord of Misrule and the general topsy-turviness of turning over the asylum to the inmates. In Tuscany, they give a month. And now it seems that is also true on Adelaide Street West – at least at Tutti Matti, the Tuscan-style restaurant created a decade ago by chef-owner, Alida Solomon.

Her Festival of the Crazies honours the restaurant’s tenth anniversary as well as the traditional town festivals of Tuscany. Basically, Solomon has put together a month of family-style dinner parties with a different theme each week – starting on November 16 and carrying right on almost to Christmas. Here’s how she describes this month of Sundays: “Tutti Matti will transport the centuries-old heritage of the Tuscan Festival to Toronto with ‘Sagra dei Matti’, a celebration of food, wine and ‘La Vita Toscana.’ It will be loud with lots of laughing. Talking with hand gestures will be required. The food will be insane. The wine will make you mental. Like all great family feasts, you will leave with a satisfied belly and a full heart.”

That wine, incidentally, is called La Sarta (it means “the seamstress”), the first collaboration between Salomon, acclaimed Italian Winemaker Roberto Cipresso and award-winning designer, Laura Wills. “La Sarta,” they say, “is the result of the alchemy of two grapes and two extraordinary vineyards—one in Sicily and the other in Tuscany. The minerality and elegance of Sangiovese blends beautifully with the fruit, fragrance and opulence of Syrah.”

It sounds delightful.

Hie thee to Tutti Matti (364 Adelaide Street West, 416 597-8839) after November 16th. Prix-fixe “family style” dinners begin at $80 per person, including a glass of the new La Sarta Vino Rosso. Reservations are recommended.

 

 

GLAS

19 Jul

Newsflash…

Leslieville has a new nonpareil – Glas (1118 Queen St. E., 647-351-4527) is the 20-set boite opened by chef-owner Dan Pantano a couple of weeks ago. Very much a one-man show, with the open kitchen in the miniature room, it could be the best food in the neighbourhood. Small dishes, refined presentation, local produce, the tiny menu changing constantly, absurdly low mark-up on top Ontario wines, plenty for vegetarians, comfy enough to make one want to stay and work through the entire menu… I’m reviewing it properly for Zoomer in the fall, but this is a heads-up. Pantano cooked in Europe (mostly Italy and London) for eight years, alternating unpaid labour in multi-Michelin-starred kitchens with well-paid practical gigs. I will hitch my barque to his star.