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Kensington Market in the summer is about as fun as Toronto gets. The last Sunday of every warm month they go 100 per cent pedestrian from 12 p.m. to 7 p.m. But it’s always funky there. And...
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If Grant van Gameren were a one-trick pony, you would not be reading this column. Because he would have opened son of The Black Hoof, and why bother with that? After Grant, who was its founding...
Joanne Kates
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When chef Nuit Regular, the wizard from Chiang Mai, decamped from Khao San Road to open Sabai Sabai, the word “bar” appeared...
Joanne Kates
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In the heyday of Pastis, I’m pretty sure that super maître d’/owner Georges Gurnon never put hand to stove. But he nevertheless maintained ironclad control over the food, thanks to his...
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If you live in Leslieville, Skin+Bones is a great neighbourhood go-to. But is it, in the words of the Michelin guide, “worth a special...
Joanne Kates
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Farmhouse Tavern harkens back to a time of pastoral pleasures... The farms, the fields, the sweet smell of clover... No matter that...
Joanne Kates
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The hottest restaurant in town is just another opportunity to shout at your tablemate. Perhaps Rock Lobster Food Co.’s success can be...
Joanne Kates
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The most delectable sandwich shop in town is a draughty little diner where you can sit at a cramped table… or take it out. Counter service...
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Richmond Station is like the best of the British gastropubs — cozy, friendly, and the food is robust and honest, without gewgaws and...
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How do you make something cool? Restaurants play the no sign game. If it has no sign, only cool people know where it is. Which is why we walk by
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