Went for lunch with a friend this afternoon. She wanted to try Le Baratin, a French restaurant down on Dundas in Little Portugal (Toronto). We shared the Tartiflette (Emmental/Brie/Asiago potato tart, caramelized onions, eggs, cream) and Farçous, a spinach pancake (mushrooms, red pepper, goat cheese)…. it was the kind of meal that makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. No, really, you take a bite and your heart stops for a second as you process the flavours. Then you take a second bite, your eyes sink into the back of your head and your brain screams “oh yes, oh oh YES”. Next time I go, I’ll ask if the meal comes with gastronimic heart paddles, just in case my heart doesn’t restart.
I didn’t take any photos of the food – I was too busy eating and talking. What’s a meal without good conversation, right? I’m not big on photographing while indulging my taste buds anyway. Seems like a waste of time, the food comes at just the right temperature and it feels like an insult to the chef to piss around with a camera instead of eating.
It’s a small place so you might want to go during off times or book a table. Here’s Le Baratin’s website: http://www.lebaratin.ca/ Go .. now … eat….
Afterwards I sauntered along east, enjoying what was a picture perfect afternoon. I also popped into Brazil Bakery to bring some goodies home. Just the aroma alone, when you walk along the banks of fresh bread, is enough to drive anyone off the into fantasy land. It’s been a long time since I wandered along Little Portugal. I grabbed quite a few photos that I’ll post over in the Photo Log section eventually. I have posted one shot that amused me – the greatest statement on politics I’ve ever seen. I usually rush through the neigbourhood going from point a to point b, which is a shame. I’ll have to go back on a regular basis, especially for the bakeries. Well, more work to do so … later.