We celebrated Thanksgiving last weekend in Toronto, and while it was far from a traditional turkey-and-stuffing Thanksgiving, it was a great time. We spent time with some great people, and had some great food.
We went on a “Best of Toronto” food tour, which started off with some of the best amaretti cookies I’d ever had at Forno Cultura, and ended with spicy Mayan iced chocolate at SOMA. In between, we indulged on bratwurst and duck fat fries at Wurst, managed to find room for a giant pork gyro (stuffed with fries, of course), and hopped on a streetcar to G for Gelato for Neapolitan pizza (funghi, margherita, & diavola) and gelato. There were plenty of Frenchies and bulldogs along the way, making me miss my bug, Stella (thankfully I’ll be seeing her in a few short weeks).
That night after dinner (which included Uncle Tetsu’s light-as-air, melt-in-your-mouth, Japanese cheesecake), we attempted to re-set our systems with cold-pressed juice from Greenhouse Juice Co.
The weekend also saw Chipotle. Twice. And we had much to be thankful for.