breakfast in offtario

As George Monbiot wrote a few days ago in his article "Abbottalypse Now", Canada is slipping back down the development ladder -like Australia now-, brutalising and degrading public life. Yes, I got that impression a while ago.

It is truly unfortunate. And breakfast is one more indication of such a tragic reality. Nothing around here is even close to FAB on Forbes, Single Origins on Reservoir or Lumiere on Bourke.

So nothing else than simple domestic attempts are all what can make the early hours of the day manageable and digestive.

We do have a number of Mud dishes, which try to infuse a little bit of the former Aussie flavours of life.

Weekends usually incorporate a more dedicated effort, often leaded by no other than Lynn, and bacon or eggs can join this primary equation...

However, the norm often happens to be our Mariage tea, usually Prince Igor or Bolero, fruit and some sort of baked good, introduced by a fast shot of kefir.

momo-fuk-u yeah

Monday dinner brought us back to Momo's eatery on University for the second time, just some days after the second visit to a far more exiting Ko in NYC.

Our thirsty throats were refreshed with the two cocktails on the menu: G & T (Aperol, rosemary, balck pepper) and Sumojito (Rum, peach, pineapple). They were drinkable, but not even close to the exciting Godzilla from Neta.

We both started with a shitake bun (hoisin, scallion, cucumber), which was very good. I love shitake mushrooms, so I guess this one had to be a great start.

Lynn chose to bird option, and since there was no duck on offer, she had smoked chicken ramen from the Harrison Co-op farm, with miso, menma and an egg.

I wasn't expecting to find tongue on the menu, so I tried the Tonkotsu noodles. The tongue was from McGee Farms, and it came with crispy scallop, egg and half a crabapple. I enjoyed it, but I'm not sure the egg was necessary.

This short menu was a rather filling one, so we didn't even consider the two sweet options: peach cheesecake or chocolate pudding. Perhaps next time...

intrigued by the apple

Each time we go back it seems like NYC is the right place to recover from dull Offtario. I find it extremely hard to justify such a retarded difference.

neta vs nobu

Great week for the most recent b-day celebrations in New York City.

Four culinary stops were intended to sort of emulate this same time of the year, twelve months ago. For American standards they were neat, but perhaps not so much if we look at the big picture.

The cocktail of the week was one to remember: Godzilla. Nesta's menu describes it as an adventure packed full of shishito and Serrano pepper infused green chartreuse, Chinese celery, and rimmed with a spicy lime salt.

dinner with sherlock jr

Stormy NYC delayed our arrival to La Guardia three and a half hours, but we finally landed at 17:45, 120 minutes before our scheduled dinner on Great Jones street.

We had nothing Southern for dinner, but I guess the operation management decided to keep the old sign, whatever it meant before.