
After hearing rave reviews from friends, I had been dying to go to Brassaii for a while. “It was the new ‘it-spot’ in Toronto”, said J. Since Mister and I were going to watch Blue Man Group for our delayed 3-year celebration anyhow, fine dining felt fitting.
Sadly like many other high-end restaurants, Brassaii fell short. I mean, the place was beautiful. Really chic atmosphere, had some cool rustic vibes. The type of place corporate hipsters go to.
But as a foodie, who spends 90% of her monthly credit card bills on things that my body digests and poops right back out, I was slightly disappointed. That lamb below? $34, before appetizer, drinks, tax and tip. And our $15 appetizer? I guess we failed to notice the lack of pluralization in “seared scallop”. That’s right, no “s”.
I’m not sure if it’s just me, but I don’t feel this incessant need to be “cool” anymore. Is it wrong that some days I prefer pulling on a pair of jeans and going for my $8.29 quarter chicken dinner at Swiss Chalet? haha. I’m pretty sure things will change again someday, but until then:
bar > club
comfort food > fine dining
