Almost made it to Mexico! Or: Filling my bucket list in Newmarket.

Since we got married, I’ve promised WW that we will try out more new and unique places than before. I thought I identified the perfect spot: It was featured on my Italian cousin John Catucci’s show You Gotta Eat Here, and it has a stellar reputation in the city where it was in (Newmarket). The name of the restaurant was Made in Mexico. It was also batshit full on a Saturday night. Thanks to my lack of reservation, we had to find our dining elsewhere.

How I felt. --- from memegenerator.net

How I felt. — from memegenerator.net

Fortunately, (I AM a bonafide food blogger, after all) I am aware of yet ANOTHER Mexican restaurant just across the street. It’s called The Bucket Co. and they provided the food for a Yelp event that I attended in the middle of the awful ice age of 2014 (otherwise known as winter 2014). The event was held at Tequila 185, a club/tequila bar which is owned by the same gang as those who owned Made in Mexico AND The Bucket Co. I remembered really liking the food, and the fact that Newmarket Main Street had THREE separate Mexican joints was all too amusing for my simple ol’ self. So I grabbed WW and just brought her into this relatively more peaceful restaurant.

The Bucket Co. is interesting. It’s a cute little Mexican restaurant that apparently specializes in casual Mexican street food. In contrast to the fancier (the waitress’ words, not mine) Made in Mexico, this restaurant is a lot more simple and straightforward, featuring many menu items that you would find in stalls in Mexico, or simple Tex-Mex fry-ups. As the logo of the restaurant was a bunch of shrimp in a bucket, I simply had to get the battered shrimp (in a bucket, duh) while WW tried the chicken adobo fajita. Not stuff we’d normally get on a weekend night, but hey I did promise her we’d try new things so #YOLO and all that.

It's a sign. No really. It's a SIGN.

It’s a sign. No really. It’s a SIGN. Inside the restaurant.

The food didn’t take long to come, which is never a bad thing in my books, though I admit I raised an eyebrow as to how fast it came. Clearly this is a place where the food isn’t made from scratch and has been pre-prepared. They would most likely still need to put the final finishing touches on the dishes, but for the most part they’re all done already way in advance. Again, I don’t necessarily mind this as long as the quality is still good, but keep this in mind for some of you out there that may prefer your food items to be made 100% fresh (or at least it would SEEM like they take the time to make it fresh – The Bucket Co. doesn’t even pretend that).

Fortunately, we both enjoyed our selections.  My battered shrimp is, well, battered and a bit oily. But that’s kind of what I was looking for. It’s been a while since my last fry-up and I was craving some deep-fried goodness. The little thin potato slices that came with the shrimp was lovely, and the shrimp meat itself was tender and felt fresh. Nothing was overly mindblowing but, perhaps more importantly, nothing was overfried (they all had the light golden colour which I love in deep-fried food, but without the dark brown overburnt parts) and the chipotle dip that came with the dish was wonderful. It tied the whole thing together and made the dish what it is. I’ve often said that you can make or break your goreng foodstuffs with the dip, and that certainly held true today. The slightly spicy dip sealed the deal and made a good dish better.

Mmmm....fried.

Mmmm….fried.

WW’s chicken adobo was also tasty. I’m no Filipino food expert so I have no idea what proper adobo seasoning is supposed to taste like, but this one was flavourful with a hint of sweetness, so it was more than good enough for me. I had hoped for the chicken meat to be a wee bit more tender, but given that only white meat was used and that it was most likely prepared in advance, it was still very good. I loved when WW was shocked to open the little container they provided and found little pita breads then asked what they were for. I basically told her that she’s gotta eat them like a Mexican Peking Duck. I don’t think I’ve ever made myself so clear so quickly to anyone else in my life :)

I get it now!

Aaaahhh…..I get it now!

For dessert, I told WW we had to order the churros. These lovely sweet fried doughsticks were very good when I tasted them last at the Yelp event, and there’s no way we were gonna miss out on them today. They actually took a bit longer to come (which surprised me a tad pleasantly) and the waitress did say that they made them fresh daily. The churros were wonderful. They were light and crispy on the outside, with a soft interior that was smooth in texture and just crumbled in your mouth. The heavy dosage of sugar was obviously awesome, and while the caramel dip that came with them was just as nice, I didn’t think that such a sugar-coated pastry required that additional infusion of sweetness. Which probably would make this the first time I ever felt that a dish was better withOUT sauce. Crazy, it must be the end of the world, or something.

Pictured: Armageddon.

Pictured: Armageddon. Sans two more churros sticks that were devoured pre-photo shoot.

We enjoyed our visit to The Bucket Co. It wasn’t the most unique collection of Mexican dishes we’ve ever encountered, but they were delicious and the service was delightful. The distance from where we live, though, made it rather unlikely that we would be a regular at an establishment that, while nice and novel, didn’t provide enough for us to justify the time and gas spent to get there. Next time, we gotta try the Made in Mexico restaurant proper, perhaps forearmed with a PROPER reservation beforehand.

 

–Final verdict: Boleh Makan!

The Bucket Co.

196 Main St
Newmarket, ON L3Y 3Y9
(905) 235-9229

 

An old downtown favourite. Or: The first post after I get married!

Yep. The headline is totally meant to entice you to click and open the article again. I guess it worked!

So in our first real date as husband and wife, WW and I visited a little restaurant that is unarguably (that’s right, UNarguably) one of the most popular Chinese restaurants in downtown Toronto: Spadina Garden. This is one of those restaurants that I have passed by when driving (mostly to pick up the in-laws at the Dundas bus terminal)  while saying “I ate here once, it was really good, we should really go back”, and yet for some reason never did. WOW THAT WAS BAD SENTENCE STRUCTURE.

I ate here way, way back around 2008 when I was working at the Atrium on Bay. I remembered not succeeding very well at that job (thank goodness it was just a co-op gig) but one of the most memorable parts during my work term was that the farewell dinner to us co-op kids was held at Spadina Garden. I don’t remember much about what specific kinds of food they served there, only that they were: a) spicy b) saucy and c) delicious. So I’m glad to report that, after SIX years of humming and hemming about coming back here, we actually did!

Yep! ---from blog.accessdevelopment.com/

Yep! —from blog.accessdevelopment.com/

I noticed that the decor has been refreshed, which is very nice to see. It’s not a place you can call fancy by any stretch of the imagination, but it looks quite modern and clean, which definitely has something to do with the fact that the place caters as much to white folk as it does to Asians. Most Chinese restaurants downtown that cater strictly to Chinese people are, I’m sad to say, a little haphazard or chaotic. And yes, I’m Chinese so I can say that #itsthetruth. The restaurant is clean, sleek, and nice-looking, though we did notice that the noise levels were rather high even though it wasn’t that full. I guess the acoustics in the place was bad. Whatever.

Nice chandelier, though!

Nice chandelier, though!

We ordered the fried Szechwan fish and the spicy peanut chicken, both Yelp recommendations, along with two bowls of simple white rice. While waiting, I ended up talking to the lady who is related to the owner of the place (a rather big family business),  and I discovered that the owners are Chinese Hakka people from India. That explains a lot. From the flavours to the saucyness of the dishes, the foods here really do reflect that style of cooking, and everything sort of came back to me. I suddenly remembered why I liked this place so much.

The food was VERY quick to arrive. At first, we were a little dismayed to see that they looked very similar. But unlike many similar restaurants, it quickly became apparent that the ingredients used were different, which resulted in very distinctive tastes. The Szechwan fish, for example, isn’t very Szechwan AT ALL (I’ve eaten at much, much more authentic Szechwan places) but it’s still very delicious. As you know, I don’t care much about authenticity as long as the food tastes good, and this one certainly fits such a description. The fish was fried in a way reminiscent of old-school fish and chips, but with a dark gravy-like sauce that was a bit spicy with very slight undertones of ginger popping up here and there.

Fish and chips on steroids, is what I would call this.

Fish and chips on steroids.

The spicy peanut chicken, on the other hand, wasn’t just good, it was MINDBLOWINGLY delicious. My favourite part is that it had a sweet taste that punctuated its spice (which was mild, tbh) and peanut flavours, complementing them beautifully. I’ve often espoused about how much I love a little sweetness in my spicy foods, and this one fit that requirement perfectly. Interestingly, it’s also very similar to my dad’s homemade chili sauce (a little family secret), something else that I treasure greatly. This one dish is worth coming back for, and we definitely will NOT wait another 6 years before returning here. Mop it up with your plain steamed rice and you’re all set.

More like SIX MINUTESnomnomnomnomnom

More like SIX MINUTESnomnomnomnomnom

Interesting sidebar, one of the servers listened a wee bit on my conversations with WW and quickly asked me if I was Indonesian or Malay. When I asked how he was able to zone in so perfectly on the region where I was born, he said that when I speak English quickly, hints of an Indonesian accent leak out. Fascinating, given that 99% of the people I speak to say that I speak English with no discernible accent. That 1% that disagree is only Beffy, by the way. Love it.

So that was that. A nice little dinner in a very well-known Chinese restaurant that we really should visit more often. The food is very interesting, as it was definitely not authentic Chinese food, not really Indian Chinese (Hakka) style, not really Canadian Chinese, and not really anything in particular. It seems to me that it’s their own take on flavourful fusion Chinese food and that, my friends, is more than good enough for me. Five stars! Zero stars for healthy points but who gives a SH—FIVESTARSFORFLAVOUR!

 

–Final verdict: Mari Makan!

 

Spadina Garden

116 Dundas Street West
Toronto, ON M5G 1C3
(416) 977-3413

Not THIS Georgia, THAT Georgia. Or: The last post before I get married!

Yep. The headline is totally meant to entice you to click and open the article, much like a late-night infomercial on a $69.99 kitchen appliance that you don’t need still draws you in to waste your time and watch. The only difference, of course, is that reading DKLoMakan is ALWAYS time well spent.

I AM getting married though, very very soon, and before the crazy busyness of that day plus the days after (we’re also purchasing a house), I thought I’d try to sneak in an article. It may be a while before the next one, though hopefully not! And I (not biased) think it’s one of my more unique ones, owing to the fact that for the first time in both our lives, WW and I dined in a Georgian restaurant! As the title of this post implies, it’s NOT the one with Atlanta and Peachtree TV. It’s the one that used to be a Communist Soviet Republic. Fun times!

Obligatory irrelevant Communist Soviet joke here.

Obligatory irrelevant Communist Soviet joke here   — from fanpop.com

Living and hanging out in Markham, along with being BlogTO’s de facto suburban Asian writer has made me at times focus too much on Asian food (of which there is a LOT). Hence why I try to use opportunities like this blog to branch out and sample other types of cuisines. But up until now, most of my non-Oriental adventures have centred around rather “mainstream” dining, like Italian or Continental Western food. Not that there’s anything wrong with them (I love them dearly) but last week I thought let’s try something REALLY different. And that’s where we ended up: a small restaurant stacked full of Yelp, Urbanspoon, and Tripadvisor recommendations in a dingy little shopping plaza, named Aragvi.

We were shocked at how small the space was upon arrival. We arrived a bit early for our reservation, and realized at once that that was a bit of a mistake. There can’t have been more than  40-50 seats in the restaurant (and that’s being VERY generous in estimating) and there’s very little space between the tables. It’s as if the place was designed by the same obsessive interior designers responsible for ensuring that every Chinese restaurant has absolutely no space between the seats. Then again, that would maybe explain why this place is rather popular with Asians…

I’m not kidding. It’s very fascinating to see that this place was featured in a Chinese newspaper (whose article hung proudly above our dining spot) and that, in the middle of our dining, a huge family of around 10 Chinese people walked in and sat at one of the larger tables there that they reserved. Another smaller Asian family came in towards the end of our meal as well. I always thought that this place’s clientele would be mostly East European, but I was delighted to see how wrong I was. Only in Toronto, kids, and another reason why I love this odd city of ours.

Right before the large Chinese family came and sat here

Right before the large Chinese family came and sat here.

The lady (owner?) greeted us warmly and was very surprised to know that we didn’t waste too much time ordering. Through the power of Yelp, I pretty much identified what we should try. And thus we opened with the khinkali dumplings, and continued with the chanakhi stew and kiev chicken. Pretty much no-brainers, really. I was curious about the egg and butter bread, the hachapuri, but I thought we ordered enough for today. Perhaps next time.

The khinkali arrived first. And true to its advertised form, they very much resemble one of WW’s favourite Chinese dishes: the xiaolongbao. The differences? These were large (“dalongbao” lol #chinesepun #sorryforthelameattempt) and the shells were pretty thick. They were nice though, it felt very meaty and chewy, with a nice flavour inside. Think of a regular xiaolongbao flavour, but with stronger herb-like seasonings. WW commented that they used quite a bit of parsley, which was indeed evident in many of our dishes. Overall, a nice start, and it was cool to see a slightly different take on an old favourite, not unlike spotting a familiar dish in a foreign country and found out that the locals simply have a different way to prepare it.

小笼包...no wait 大笼包. Alright I'm done here.

小笼包…no wait 大笼包. Alright I promise I’m done here.

Then the chanakhi arrived, and my Lord was it delicious. The veal was super tender, and simmered in a velvety smooth stew that contained more herbs than you can throw at the kitchen sink. I’m terrible at identifying ingredients, but there was definitely a lot of eggplant in that stew, along with various other spices that are rarely used in Asian kitchens. Delicious though, warm and filling, and I really wished they had some steamed rice (BAD DKLO! NO! DOWN!) to go with it. Alas, we got some bread instead which were pretty nice (freshly baked!) but nothing too special. My only complaint is that I wish there was more veal in the dish, and it was so delicious I wish the whole thing was  a bit bigger. These are what I would call “good” problems though, so no issues there.

Maybe if I wish it hard enough while closing my eyes, it'll grow bigger!

Maybe if I wish it hard enough while closing my eyes, it’ll grow bigger!

The chicken kiev was….so-so. The batter felt a bit overly thick and the chicken inside, while tender, felt lacking in taste. There was a faint feel of buttery flavour but it was too subtle and was overshadowed by the punchy taste of the chanakhi. We did get two pieces though, so that was a bit nice. The Armenian (yeah…lolwut?) potatoes that came as a side though, were divine. Slathered in a salty garlicky dressing and with a side of homemade ketchup, they were definitely one of the most interesting takes on “fries as a side” that I’ve ever had. Wonderful.

The potatoes are just to the right of this picture. Sorry.

The potatoes are just to the right of this picture. Sorry.

I would definitely recommend this restaurant, especially for those who are looking for those hidden gems in Toronto. Let’s face it, Toronto is never going to be the place that has the fanciest modern-looking restaurants with interesting gimmicks. That’s pretty much Asia’s monopoly. But what it excels in are small, unknown places offering delicious dishes that you would almost never find anywhere else in the world outside of its native country. And Aragvi is one of those places. Not the cheapest of places, but one worth trying, especially if (like me), there’s little chance of you going to the actual country itself.

But for the love of God, MAKE A RESERVATION.

 

–Final verdict: Mari Makan!

Aragvi

832 Sheppard Avenue West
Toronto, ON M3H 2T3
(416) 792-2613

 

Japanese beef bowl in Markham. Or: Donburi-buri down!

There’s an interesting phenomenon that I’ve noticed after living in the GTA  for so many years (note to self: I really, REALLY got to stop talking as if I’m an external party observing life in Toronto. I’m NOT. I’m IN it every day and have been for a long time), which is that, despite the abundance of Asians living here and the equally-abundant varieties of Asian cuisine designed specifically to cater to this population, it is still up til now WITHOUT a single international Asian food chain. Bubble tea houses/cafes are the only exception, and even that is a recent phenomenon, as up until several years ago, the only international bubble tea chain available here was TenRen. And I never really understood why.

Let’s take sushi, for example. Well-loved by the many Asians (and non-Asians) that live in the GTA, you can find approximately TEN POINT FIVE MILLION sushi restaurants in the GTA, some of which are little mom and pop shops, and some are small local chains. But you’re not going to find, let’s say, Sushi Tei here. Another example? Korean food. There’s around FIVE POINT TEN MILLION (lulz) Korean restaurants here, but you’re not going to find something like Bulgogi Brothers (actually, we DID get them, then they closed down – which proves my point even further). For a time, there were a few small independent operators that served Japanese-style burgers, but you’re not going to find MOS Burger here. Ditto Japanese-style pasta. We got a little restaurant serving it, but no sign of Pasta de Waraku.

Whoops. It's  ten point SIX  million sushi restaurants now. My bad.

Whoops. It’s ten point SIX million sushi restaurants now. My bad.

This brings me to the main focus of this article: Japanese rice bowls. A nice, simple dish consisting of soft Japanese rice and some rich ingredients, the most well-known international franchise that serves this (that I’m familiar with) is Yoshinoya. No sign of that ever coming here, either. But this post WILL be talking about the local, mom and pop shop that serves it: Donburi. And while I may never understand why these Asian franchises don’t open shop here, I’m very thankful that the likes of Donburi are here to sate my appetite, ensuring that I don’t miss out on the delightful culinary morsels that I grew up loving and being familiar with.

Donburi, located interestingly enough in the extremely Chinese-heavy plaza of Commerce Gate, is an oddity in many ways. It is one of the only places in the GTA that serves this unique dish, and explicitly targets the mainstream population. This is in large contrast to its surrounding tenants, which deals almost exclusively with Chinese (and often fresh mainland Chinese) population. It’s also of particular interest for me because it occupies the exact spot where I had my first date with my soon-to-be wife. The old bubble tea cafe’s interior was so uniquely crafted with its little huts and ponds that it was a complete surprise when I found out that they gutted the whole thing and made it a sparklingly clean and bright Japanese restaurant. With all this peculiarities in mind, how could I NOT go here?

The restaurant’s main distinguishing feature is how open, bright, and cheerful the whole spot looks like. In contrast with the many restaurants in the plaza that looks like it was designed with little purpose other than to cram as many hungry Chinese families as possible, this little gem actually looks like it was created with purpose and care. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe it WAS created to cram as many people as possible. But seeing the spacious open concept kitchen and seating, along with what feels like tons of space between tables, such a thing was far from my skeptical mind. It also helps that the waiters are always friendly and ready to help you, and (ERMAHGERD) actually speak fluent English! What a concept.

It's so clean, you really should implement the five MINUTE rule here.

It’s so clean, I’d implement the five MINUTE rule here.

During this visit (not our first), we decided to have the takoyaki (Octopus balls) to start with and the umami rice along with the fried shrimp rice. We also discovered that they now have a lunch special menu, displayed in the usual creative way that I’ve come to expect from this establishment. I personally don’t think it’s THAT much cheaper than their actual regular menu, but I suppose it’s a bit less, and I’m pretty sure you get soup with it, something which you normally don’t get. As for us, this time we’re eating like a BAWSE, so no lunch specials today! Maybe another time.

And in the summer, you can use it to fan yourself!

Grab his head, and you can use it to fan yourself!

The takoyaki came first, and it was delicious. It was piping hot, as is customary, but interestingly it wasn’t SO hot that the little bonito flakes on top of it looked like it was waving at you (something which has always creeped me out tremendously). Thus we didn’t have to wait like half an hour to eat the damn thing, which is much appreciated by this food blogger and his equally hungry fiancee. The balls were tender and fluffy, and the octopus pieces weren’t rubbery, which was nice. I still wish they had wasabi mayo, something I once had in Singapore, but then again I didn’t ask for it so maybe that’s something I should do next time. Portion size was standard, and while it wasn’t anything that blew me away, it was still better than many others I’ve had. Solid marks.

Heehee. Balls.

Heehee. Balls.

The umami rice is, by far, THE thing we always order when we come here and is also the dish YOU should order when you visit Donburi. Taking its name from the oh-so-satisfying flavour terminology that the Japanese came up with (it’s the really satisfying “kick” that you get in good-tasting foods, something MSG tries to replicate when you sprinkle it on your dish), the dish is very aptly named. There is sweet, savoury, salty, all mingling together, with the smoothness of the surimi pieces frequently broken up with the satisfying crunch from the vegetables that come with the dish. It was (and always has been) an excellent dish, worthy of being the signature item on the menu itself. And as someone who just can’t get enough sauce, I TOTALLY GOT ENOUGH. That should be convincing enough for you.

It's so delicious it's practically weeping tears of joy.

It’s practically weeping tears of joy.

The fried shrimp rice was a bit…interesting. It’s not bad, and is actually rather unique. I half-expected a version of the rather delicious tempura don I had on a previous visit, but this time I realized they were actually whole shrimps, deep fried to the point of super crispness (you could eat the whole thing) but without burning the inside part. In other words, the juicyness of the shrimp is mostly intact and feels almost like a freshly boiled shrimp. It’s kind of hard to explain, but the end result was a very crispy and seasoned exterior with a smooth but bland interior. It actually didn’t quite work for me. It’s definitely something new and very good to those who feel that the actual shrimp taste in a tempura is mostly gone (which it usually is). But for me it felt too much like eating boiled shrimp, which I’m not too big a fan of. Worth a try, but I’ll stick to the tempura don next time. The sauces on the shrimp were pretty killer tasty, mind. They do their sauces right, this place.

I ate 'em clean, eyeballs an' all guv'nor!

I ate ‘em clean, eyeballs an’ all guv’nor!

I would heartily recommend everyone to go visit Donburi. In fact, if you promise to review them on Yelp, chances are you’ll get a free dessert out of it. Our previous visits have yielded us with a deliciously light strawberry tofu cheesecake, along with an equally delightful green tea creme brulee. True to their Asian roots, neither of these desserts were heavy. I couldn’t show you any pics here as we didn’t have any during this visit. But this is definitely another notch on the restaurant’s belt. Bonus points also goes to the restaurant for having a charming logo and proper marketing of its design throughout the store, from the uniforms to the menu. As a marketing man, this pleases me to no end. They do their FOOD right, their SERVICE right, and their MARKETING right. Good.

Say hi to Irene, the uber-friendly manager there, along with Stanley (who I believe is the owner). They’d only be too happy to converse with you, and they truly care about making your experience eating there a positive one. And I’m perfectly OK if Yoshinoya never opens here in the GTA, ‘coz I got myself some Donburi!

 

–Final verdict: Mari Makan!

Donburi

505 Highway 7 East
Toronto, ON L3T 7T1
(905) 597-6505

A note of thanks!

Given my limited culinary preparation skills, I’m fully cognizant that I’ve been blessed by many people around me that have cooked for me. People like my parents, my in-laws, and my fiancee are HUGE, HUGE contributors to this list, and contribute to it so many times that I lost count. But sometimes there are individuals that, totally unexpectedly and out of the blue, prepare food for you just ‘coz they can. And that’s why I want to send a special shoutout to Michelle LeBlanc for her delicious chicken alfredo lasagna and lasagna roll-ups. Delicious, delicious things which I’ve never tasted before and hope to (soon) sample again.

I’m also aware that you probably don’t want too much attention to this so I will remove this post in the near future. So please consider this a small limited-time thank you article that’s made especially for you in recognition of your fine cooking skills. And may they ever continue. ONWARD with the MAKAN!

Please accept this micro pig picture as a sign of thanks. THANKS! --- from www.deathandtaxesmag.com

Please accept this micro pig picture as a sign of thanks. THANKS! — from http://www.deathandtaxesmag.com

A taste of the Balkans. Or: Trying out a kefir bar in Toronto.

I don’t often review non-restaurant places. The last one I remember doing was probably Easy Drink Easy Go, and that was a long time ago. That being said, a recent trek with my much beloved coworkers unearthed a little gem that I believe is worth profiling here. And that underrated jewel (actually, I take that back, they’ve been around for around 3-4 years so clearly they’re not THAT unknown – maybe it’s just that I’ve never heard of ‘em) is deKEFIR.

I first heard about kefir from my parents. They were trying out this new yogurt-like drink that they said came from Eastern Europe, and that tasted just like yogurt but with less of a sour taste. Given my dislike of all things sour (embarassingly, I still can’t bring myself to eat unflavoured yogurt), I naturally gave it a try and was mildly impressed. It was good for me, apparently, and I still liked it. However as with many food trends, our family sort of “forgot” about kefir and, naturally, so did I. Until last week!

Thanks for the reminder!

Thanks for the reminder!

deKEFIR is a kefir bar. They don’t really sell anything other than frozen kefirs and kefir smoothies. And I was very much interested in trying these out because, not only has it been a bajillion years ago since I actually had it, I can’t even remember what it tasted like! Hell I didn’t even know eating kefir was still IN.  The place also looked very inviting, with its warm and inviting light wood tones, and SUPER friendly ladies behind the counter. I love the simplicity of the whole place. So after trying out a small free sample, we decided to get kefir-ed up!

Notice the milk bottle outline in the background. Brilliant!

Notice the milk bottle outline in the background. Brilliant!

First things first, the frozen kefir comes in one of four possible sizes. I got the smallest one and STILL felt like I had too much. The portions are quite generous and the prices are pretty good too. It was $3.30 for the smallest size, which is way cheaper than what you’d get at Menchie’s or Yogurty. I can’t recall the other prices too well but I do know it was $4.40 for the next size up, and for $1 extra you can get 4 extra toppings (the usual price would include only one). And yes, this brings me to the topic of toppings. Being that kefir is, by and large, a healthy dessert, it’s not surprising that the majority of the toppings are various kinds of fruits and nuts. Some are mixed quinoa, and I personally liked the flavourless but delightfully cruncy and airy quinoa puffs. You really do feel that you’re eating dessert that isn’t going to totally wreck your gut. Oh, and the lovely lady told me that the small one is only around 90 calories. THAT IS AWESOME.

THIS is a small size. THIS is also awesome.

THIS is a small size. THIS is also AWESOME.

And what does kefir taste like? Well, keep in mind that this is soft-serve frozen kefir, and not the kefir drink itself. The kefir served here tasted very….neutral. And it’s not a bad thing. People who regularly read my food articles and/or know me personally know how much I love strong-tasting food. However in this case, I’d gladly make an exception. There’s something understated and strangely refreshing about having a rather bland dessert. And I really don’t mind that. Keep in mind that it wasn’t ALL tasteless. There is a very, VERY slight hint of sweetness (they did add cane sugar to the kefir), while the richness that is characteristic of a dairy product (which this was) is very much present. These two nods to flavour were all that I needed. The whole thing felt light and, seeing that we had to get back to work, this was an excellent thing.

If you’re ever in the PATH in downtown Toronto and are anywhere near the Bay-Adelaide Centre, I highly recommend you check this place out. It’s a light and wholesome dessert that won’t weigh you down, but will leave you feeling satisfied. Oh, and they also serve these morsels of delight with waffles, too! No, it’s not as tasty and  eye-wateringly flavourful as an Oreo Blizzard from DQ, but that’s just fine by me. Your gut will thank you, trust me.

And sorry for all the lousy quality pics! --- from upliftingreflections.com

And sorry for all the lousy quality pics! — from upliftingreflections.com

–Final verdict: Mari Makan!

deKEFIR

333 Bay Street
Toronto, ON M5H 2R2
(647) 352-2220

Cheese in my noodles. Or: Being all hip and trying out Kinton Ramen

Readers of my blog would be familiar by now with my increased affection towards ramen. I really did start not being very impressed by this dish (and I still think noodles in Jakarta are WA-A-A-A-Y better than any ramen you’d care to throw at me), but with the recent fascination that Toronto has with ramen houses, I’ve really begun to appreciate them in a new way. Which is good too because these ramen joints are popping up around this lovely city faster than Justin Bieber videos getting downvoted on Youtube.

Bet you thought I was gonna post a pic of the Biebs here, right? WRONG! :) --- from www.hellogiggles.com

Pictured: NOT Justin Bieber. You’re welcome — from hellogiggles.com

One of those hip joints is Kinton Ramen. It opened in Toronto a few years back and has a reputation for ALWAYS being busy to the point of patrons pretty much expecting to line up during mealtimes. I don’t know whether it was because the food was that good or if it was simply a product of the hype combined with Toronto’s recent ramen-philia, but I’ve always penciled Kinton down in my “to do” list as one of those places I just have to visit one day. And on a cold winter’s evening (is there any other in Toronto?), armed with the knowledge that they serve a delightful-sounding dish called cheese ramen, WW and I finally had our first experience of this much-hyped and much-loved ramen house. First things first. I have always wondered why every single picture I’ve seen of Kinton seems to show only the same angles of the place. Surely people would get creative and photograph other spots inside the restaurant? Not to mention, why do all the pictures keep on showing this narrow corridor-like area?

Yeah. I wonder why....

Yeah. I wonde- OH.

Well, when we got there, we found out that that narrow corridor pretty much IS the main area of the restaurant, with a little corner in the deep end housing a few tables and a smaller one close to the entrance (where we sat) housing a rather cramped table. The whole layout of the restaurant reminds me of a capital “I” letter turned sideways. It WAS, suffice to say, really cramped. That’s not to say that the overall ambience was disappointing, it was actually cool and hip in a wood-heavy and modern-minimalist-Japanese kinda way. But cramped is still cramped, and we struggled to be seated comfortably in our little corner, in which we practically almost had our faces plastered to the full-length glass windows.

Yeah. Kinda like that --- from www.visualphotos.com

Kinda like that — from visualphotos.com

OK so it’s not the most comfortable place to sit down and eat up your overpriced noodle soup. But at least it’s understandable as ramen places in japan have a very cafeteria-like seating arrangement. Plus, in Momofuku (arguably THE place to be seen eating this stuff in Toronto), the seats are like that too. So maybe there’s a template of sorts to follow. This can and will be forgiven provided the food is really as awesome as the hype. WW ordered the spicy garlic ramen while I ordered the astoundingly healthy-sounding cheese ramen, which I admit was a major reason in me wanting to try this place.

The food came pretty quickly, served by friendly (but really shouty) Japanese twenty-somethings that lend that little bit of coolness (I guess) to the place. Both looked rather large, and all attention was quickly drawn to the massive mound of garlic on WW’s bowl. “I think you should mix that”, I quipped, offering my wisdom, as if there was any other way of eating it. We both found the noodles to be a little al dente, which I love in a ramen setting but WW is not too keen on, while the broth was quite delicious but lacking a little bit of richness. Perhaps it’s not something that should be there, but I always like to have a little bit of smooth richness in my ramen broth to give it that extra “kick”. Speaking of kicks, it’s really not that spicy, especially to Mr. and Mrs. Iron Tongue like us. Overall, quite good but lacking a little something.

Oh, the corn was a nice touch too.

Oh, the corn was a nice touch too.

Of course, now my full attention is on my crazy cheese ramen, and despite a similar mound of garlic, what drew my eye was (understandably) the large quantities of cheese shavings all over my noodles. There was so much of it that it looked like the head of a mop. This was too beautiful for words (I do love my cleaning supplies), and I quickly mixed them all in gleefully, delighting in discovering that they immediately transformed into gooey cheese strings. As for the taste, I really did like how the cheese provided that extra creaminess that I was looking for in my noodles. The broth instantly became milkier and richer, but without turning into some sort of cream soup. The noodles were similarly al dente, and the ingredients all meshed nicely together. One weak point was the pork belly which is pretty much 100% fat (I guess the term “belly” should’ve given it away, really) and completely inedible, though it did have a hint of smoky char that I liked.

Or it could be a judge's wig in a British courtroom, I guess.

Or it could be a judge’s wig in a British courtroom, I guess.

Overall, I felt that Kinton is a good ramen place, but is not really the worth the over-hype that it gets. It’s chic, cool, with good food, but I still don’t think the overall quality and taste justifies paying almost $10 for what is essentially noodle soup. I can get ramen of similarly good quality at J-Town’s Niwatei. So the sum total of the experience was solid but unspectacular. Except for their washrooms. Those were freakin’ awesome. So unless your level of satisfaction in a place of dining is driven primarily where people go to experience bowel movements (or play Flappy Birds, whatever), then I’d probably say this one’s not worth the hype.

I do feel a little cooler for trying it, though.

I spent more time in here than I should have.

Washroom: I spent more time in here than I probably should have.

–Final verdict: Boleh Makan!

Kinton Ramen

51 Baldwin St

Toronto, ON M5T 1L1

(647) 748-8900