Tag Archives: Lunch

Duke of Richmond

While waiting out two and a half hour service for a new battery, I decided on a tavern nearby instead of heading home and then back. Already a pint of Guinness in before I sequestered myself in a squashy black booth, I decided on lunch instead of further drink. The waitstaff are all smiles, red …

Nota Bene

I immediately feel underdressed. I unruffled and tuck in my shirt. My lack of jacket and square, dress pants and clean shaven face leaps out at me among the crowd. I feel the grungy PI wanderered into high society. A man I imagine the manager walks straight back around the floor. Every step,m every motion …

Haru Korean Kitchen

I sit on the bench and watch the line of trendy vancouverites trial out the door. I came in between waves of lunch rush, slipping in as the swells form and go. Clean white walls, pale wood tables, and soft lighting make for a smooth ambience full of chattering tables. Meat and Bread was closed …

Johnny G’s Cafe

The Violet Heathen and I wanted a drink and were wandering down Parliament. What looked like a dingy pub from the outside, Johnny G’s, turned out to be a dingy greasy spoon breakfast spot. It being the middle of the afternoon, we asked after a drink, but our choices were a pitcher of Canadian. Neither …

7 West Cafe

I trudged through the icy wind along the construction-shattered side street to one of Toronto’s glorious all hours (open 365 days a year) hot spots. This was a discovery several years ago, and I don’t get out to 7 West enough, but each time I do, I walk away with a new memory. My first …

Avenue Open Kitchen

The front window was steamed opaque save an obvious circle where someone had rubbed a hole to see in, like so many Dickensian urchins brimming with curiosity. The Avenue Open Kitchen is a quaint deli tucked down what feels like a side street less than a few blocks away from the highest praised new restaurant …

Leña Restaurante

Good thing I beat the Human Engineer to lunch; I was able to grab seats at the bar, the only spots left without a reserved tag. Within minutes, the lunch hour struck and the execs piled in, packing the tables around the circular bar at Leña’s centre. Do you have a palate refined enough to …

Mo’Ramyun

The Human Engineer and I were seated during the height of the late lunch rush, a sizzling hotpot of ribs and a mound of cheese on the table next to us, bowls of rice and bbq meat on the other. Despite the bustle, our bei shumai appear quicklike. Cute little dumplings topped with green onions …

La Société

I arrived early to lunch with the Human Engineer and the Wisen Scientist and spent five minutes reading under the coloured glass decorating the ceiling of La Société. A lovely aesthetic of polished wood and suited waitstaff hinted at elegance, competence, and high class. These illusions were quickly shattered over the meal. For a restaurant …