Before moving to Toronto, I did some research and reached out to you guys about what I should eat. The one place that was consistently brought to my attention, deservingly earning the #1 spot on my to-try list is Banh Mi Boys. But, it wasn’t the first restaurant I went to – that honor, or mistake rather, goes to Mother's Dumplings. Why? The immeasurable buzz surrounding Banh Mi Boys scared me into thinking that it would fall short of my expectations, like so many overhyped restaurants do.
You want to know how I genuinely react to food I absolutely, unequivocally enjoy? I fucking cuss. The swearing is impartial to genre or value, and it slips out whether I’m dressed to the nines doing my best impression of a lady at a swanky restaurant or slumming it in a run-down eatery.
Cussing tells me that I love, love, love what I’m eating.
I don’t control it. Only food can.
My foul mouth started firing before I even got to stuff it when I sat down for lunch at Sansotei – a ramen shop that made its debut last fall. The fumes emanating from the bowl were…I’m getting ahead of myself.
You’re my city for the next four months.
I’m hoping your food scene doesn’t live up to all the shit outsiders say about it, because I’d hate to think about all the money I’d be wasting and trash-talking I’d be doing if it were true.
So, where to for my first meal? As a self-proclaimed dumpling nut, it was only fitting that I start with a dumpling feast. Located near the corner of Spadina and College, locals and experts say Mother’s Dumplings is the place to be, so, I obliged.
Move over doughnuts, pies coming through.
Potentially starting a new trend, Rustique Pie Kitchen in St-Henri bakes fresh, wholesome pies daily to stuff your piehole with. Whole pies are available, as are mini ones that while cute, serve a greater purpose. Portion control? Don’t kid yourself. To fulfill your gluttonous need to sample a variety of flavors? Damn straight.
Before the doughnut wave, doughnuts were out of the ordinary when cupcakes reigned in Montreal. The only place I can think of that was whipping up fresh doughnuts at the time is Wawel. It’s still around today, and while it doesn't put out innovative flavors like its competitors do, it’s got decades of experience ahead of the newbies.
I’m not a stranger to South Indian food, but that’s not because I get around to the close-to-none restaurants serving it around here. I’m lucky to have family friends that cook it daily and often spare a plate to feed me. As sweet of a deal as that is, I can’t appoint them to cater to my every craving – mainly because my mom frowns upon it. Otherwise, I would totally impose…because I’m shameless like that.
So, when South Indian restaurants are way too few and far between in Montreal, where’s a hungry human to go?