the fruitful fall

The autumn is full of sweet delights and honey is one of them. On top of some "requesón" it certainly rocks the boat...

tomate pera

It is not a pear, but it looks like one. And it does not look like a tomato, but it is one. That's how weird life is in the XXI century.

dark hoof

After years talking about it, we finally made our way to this Torontonian icon.

It was expected to be meaty dinner, and it was indeed, with its own character.

en el mercado de san lorenzo

A few weeks ago we needed new potatoes and St. Lawrence market was the place to find them. The ones on the left were Canadian, and the ones on the right were from the US. Why? I have no idea. It's one of those mysterious things that often seem to take place in Offtario.

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.