milk triplet

Following a sunny start of the day, right after dinner we decided it was a good time to test the three milk chocolates I got earlier this month in the Big Apple.

Goat, sheep and cow were the three distinctive ingredients that made them all different. With only 60% cocoa they all reached the expectations the Bros have generated in the past years.

I never before had tried sheep or goat milk chocolate, but even if the experiment wasn't mind blowing, I guess there was a certain point of interest.

After a first round, the second one reconfirmed my preference towards the goat one. I'd say it was the sharpest one, and in a very subtle way it actually recreated that invigorating taste that goat cheeses usually provide.

last dinner at gilead

Basically every Tuesday we are around, we have steak frites at Jamie Kennedy's Gilead, right in Corktown. Since the operation is closing next week and I'm leaving in a couple of days to Europe, tonight I had the chance to enjoy my last visit to this urban temple of casual culinary joy.

Getting into town was somehow complicated. Traffic was nuts, so we took an unusual route, which provided a pretty good view of the only new interesting building in TO City.

empire stated

Our last day in Manhattan was busy. Our stay at the Ace was ok. The lobby was the most interesting element, together with the view of the Empire State building.

A new Mast trio came our way while having a decent flat white. Goat milk, sheep milk and cow milk should raise some new perspective from the Brooklyn chocolate central. I'm quite curious, even knowing they only contain 60% cacao.

As usual, we had to get wine, since the dreadful monopoly in Ontario is focused in depressingly mediocre liquids that would probably do extremely well in any burger chain.

daisuke's time

Our second evening started with a brief and crowded stop at Joseph Arthur's show. About a dozen paintings had his quality stamp, but unfortunately too big to fly with all the way back to TO City.

From Mott street we walked to Bleecker, where we had a couple of well assembled cocktails before moving to our sushi destination on Commerce. A Sloe Gin Ginger Sling for Lyn and The Wibble with Brooklyn Gin for myself.

man-hat-ting

The man got a hat in Manhattan for the first time. It was a legendary Stetson, after 150 years operating in the covering-heads business. The team at J.J.'s on Fifth Avenue was extremely helpful.

But it wasn't the first time in the Big Apple. Three sunny days provided a new angle to admire and suffer what NYC has to offer, which still seems to be more than what the usual city would be able to dream of.

The inaugural dinner found us in an updated Mexican restaurant, suggested by Judah from Mezcal Vago, which in fact had remarkable tragos.

winter ducking

Our sunny Sunday in TO City was full of goodness, all of it a result of Lyn's own talent to bring the best out of all the available ingredients.

An Offtarian duck we got yesterday in Kensington market was the highlight, together with a very nice 2012 Pinot Noit from Gippsland I got last December in  Melbourne.