Every so often, I make a Markham run. Approximately forty to fifty minutes of a drive, one would consider it within fairly acceptable travel distance as the journey downtown is already an hour and a half via local and regional public transit. That said, not everyone enjoys the 120-kilometre round trip, especially when gas prices have risen so recently.
It's crucial to make the most of a trip, including tending to errands along the way and trying out new establishments in the vicinity.
It's crucial to make the most of a trip, including tending to errands along the way and trying out new establishments in the vicinity.
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Eggette Hut is a destination I've been meaning to revisit, but on a relatively empty stomach. Cheese Explosion had proved insanely satiating in spite of its delectability. Ordering the Coconut Eggette, I had hoped for an afternoon snack that provided just the adequate amount of satisfaction. Truthfully, it was much sweeter than I would have liked. Opting out of the two-dollar milk tea pairing had been an informed decision on my behalf. The chewy consistency of dessicated coconut flakes was present, along with pockets of soft, stretchy mochi in each bubble. One side of the waffle was crisp and uniformly golden brown, but the other (the "flip side") was soft - mushy even - with an overall patchy appearance.
Although not entirely unpleasant, I am unsure whether I'd return for a third trial. The flavours, though pronounced, are quite excessive, overpowering the delicate properties of its foundation - the plain egg waffles and its sheer texture profile. Should you contemplate attempting Eggette Hut, it is highly recommended to have a few friends in tow. Sharing the waffles is less likely to result in sugar/sodium overdose, all while lowering the cost per unit of the pricey little fragments.
I went on to spend a relaxing half hour of reading at Chapters - one of the exceptionally few GTA locations which hasn't been renamed as "Indigo", then engaging in rapid research for nearby dinner options.
Although not entirely unpleasant, I am unsure whether I'd return for a third trial. The flavours, though pronounced, are quite excessive, overpowering the delicate properties of its foundation - the plain egg waffles and its sheer texture profile. Should you contemplate attempting Eggette Hut, it is highly recommended to have a few friends in tow. Sharing the waffles is less likely to result in sugar/sodium overdose, all while lowering the cost per unit of the pricey little fragments.
I went on to spend a relaxing half hour of reading at Chapters - one of the exceptionally few GTA locations which hasn't been renamed as "Indigo", then engaging in rapid research for nearby dinner options.
Mi-Ne was close by, and its reviews told a solid story. We set out for the Japanese restaurant.
Locating its coordinates was a simple task: being at the corner of the plaza ensured that patrons traversing north along Woodbine would spot it with ease. I pulled into the utterly horrendous parking lot, immediately furrowing my brows at the wretched scene that lay before me.
For a private lot, one would have assumed the owner(s) to have invested in maintenance procedures in the name of continued business. Sadly, this was not the case; potholes, large, ponding cracks, sporadically depressed sections were dispersed throughout. The sudden jumps in grade were annoying not only to drivers, but created nasty trip hazards to pedestrians as well.
Locating its coordinates was a simple task: being at the corner of the plaza ensured that patrons traversing north along Woodbine would spot it with ease. I pulled into the utterly horrendous parking lot, immediately furrowing my brows at the wretched scene that lay before me.
For a private lot, one would have assumed the owner(s) to have invested in maintenance procedures in the name of continued business. Sadly, this was not the case; potholes, large, ponding cracks, sporadically depressed sections were dispersed throughout. The sudden jumps in grade were annoying not only to drivers, but created nasty trip hazards to pedestrians as well.
The restaurant itself did not earn such scorn. Mi-Ne had been thoroughly decorated with various Japanese ornaments, leaving no shred of its predecessor behind. In fact, the interior had been altered in such a manner that it hadn't even occurred to me that this was the exact location where a personal tragedy had taken place nearly six years prior.
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The service staff consisted of young Koreans, which I presumed none to exceed the age of twenty-five. A petite hostess seated us at one of the many partitioned wooden booths. Teetering between each was an array of empty alcohol bottles. The assortment spanned sake, soju, as well as several other unfamiliar names, seemingly aspired to bridge the gap between family diner and izakaya.
To encourage drinking, they even presented a menu of mix-and-match izakaya combos. At a mere nineteen dollars, patrons had the option of pairing a single appetizer-sized platter with either 16 oz. of draft beer ir 200 ml of sake. Amongst these small servings were deep-fried oysters, salmon sashimi, BBQ unagi, and more.
Rolls and makis were found on a separate, double-sided laminated menu; even more options were nestled within a tattered hardcover menu.
To encourage drinking, they even presented a menu of mix-and-match izakaya combos. At a mere nineteen dollars, patrons had the option of pairing a single appetizer-sized platter with either 16 oz. of draft beer ir 200 ml of sake. Amongst these small servings were deep-fried oysters, salmon sashimi, BBQ unagi, and more.
Rolls and makis were found on a separate, double-sided laminated menu; even more options were nestled within a tattered hardcover menu.
After a lengthy discussion and much contemplation, we settled on one set from the izakaya menu and a Chirashi from the regular menu. Ponzu/soy-dressed side salads and miso soups arrived soon after orders were placed. Green tea brewed with rice grains had been placed before us before that.
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All dishes were delivered rapidly, albeit their presentation being a bit lacking. Salad dressing was spotted dribbling off one of the bowls, while the shallow Chirashi bowl featured greasy smears and fingerprints.
That is not to say that they were dismal orders of sustenance, however they didn't succeed in leaving a strong impression either. The starters were straightforward and very, very typical.
That is not to say that they were dismal orders of sustenance, however they didn't succeed in leaving a strong impression either. The starters were straightforward and very, very typical.
< Pictured above and below: Asahi, Fried Oysters, Chirashi >
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