It felt refreshingly like a neighbourhood spot instead of a sushi temple where junior chefs weep when their eight thousandth tamago is finally deemed fit for human mouths.
Though Comal y Canela opened just four months ago, it isn’t only the city’s best Mexican kitchen. By some measures it’s one of TO's best restaurants of any sort.
It’s the sort of dish you eat with your fingers until you realize it’s gone and you never even paused to set down your glass of wine.
The peach and mango filling tastes bright and sunny; against the shattering fat-bubbled crunch of those deep-fried crusts, this is the perfect summer pie.
At its best, Mr. van Gameren's Rosalinda is good enough to make you wonder whether vegan eating has finally found its mass-market tipping point.
Lunch or dinner here is easily among Toronto’s most exciting new food experiences, even if in some ways it can be one of the city’s most maddening too.
If you measure by care and ambition and by consciousness-hijacking deliciousness, it’s just a couple of steps better than a grab-and-go sushi box.
The tagliatelle is rich and silky textured, gorgeous in a slip of sauce. It's food instead of filler, marigold-hued from egg yolks and imbued with an appetite-affirming chew.