This described my precise situation. I was losing sanity faster than groundwater slipped through to underlying aquifers.
An impromptu downtrip trip was executed, partially for enjoyment and partially to inspect the spots that GOT7 had grazed with their presence while shooting "Hard Carry" for M2 earlier this week.
(Did I mention they were riding the TTC?!?! The Marauder spirit swells from within, but for 12 hours, I had wished to assume the position of a commuting Ryerson student.)
The resulting trip included a quick stopover at What A Bagel (to see how their Rainbow Bagels compare against Vancouver's Rosemary Rocksalt), then Pokito for an extremely tardy lunch.
A separated entranceway leads directly to a horizontally displaced, inverted L-shaped ingredient bar and cashier area. Menus line the frontmost part of the bar, along with an amusing fish-shaped cork board.
The Hawaiian shirt-donning staff member first acknowledges my presence, then proceeds to explain their menu options as I relay my first-timer status. During this time, several others walk in. They are clearly more familiar with the selection, though the staff member makes sure to check back with me to answer questions in between taking the orders of those that had arrived later. It was a simple gesture, but well appreciated nonetheless.
Toppings and mix-ins included Green Papaya, Cucumber, Hawaiian Guacamole, Crab Salad, Lemongrass Garlic Corn, Crispy Onions, and Avocado Wasabi Cream.
The checkout process was swift - so speedy that I barely had the opportunity of watching the ingredients be compiled together. Before I knew it, my colourful customized bowl was placed on a tray and handed over with a smile.
Lemongrass Garlic Corn was chewy, though didn't display any hints of lemongrass nor garlic. Green Papaya slivers provided a slight tang, while Hawaiian Guacamole added a smooth, pineapple-laden finish. Soba Noodles had also been an interesting substitution for my regular Brown Rice: they lacked the same absorption power of hearty grains and also proved to be a bit less substantial. Their slippery texture proved superior for poke, adding a nice change of texture.
A friend that I later met up with took to diverging from his regular order to try SSSScallops, a bowl comprised of baby scallops and pineapple salsa ("Pineapple Chow") tossed in a housemade sweet-sour-spicy sauce.
On a overall note, Pokito proved positive in my books. While my top pick at this time remains to be Poke Time, Pokito would likely be my preferred spot along Queen West. (And yes, it is lightyears beyond the horror that is Rolltation.) Frankly, their unique selection of ingredients interests me. They house a similar rice-printing machine to Corner, so I may be prompted to try a Sushi Burrito next time.
Unfortunately, Dole Whip wasn't available, else I would have enjoyed the bite of acidity in my system.
Fugo was the last stop of the day. Upon receivng the news that their newly-introduced Cheese Tarts would be 25% off for a limited time, there seemed no better opportunity than grab a box on the way back.
I requested a box, only to have the freshly-baked rounds swirl around a paper container much too large for its contents. Bags weren't available either, which only made the packed return commute more difficult.
My shopping endeavours had concluded with a box of four golden tarts, each measuring just under two inches in diameter. Lava-like properties they did not exhibit, but they did present a lovely, cheesy filling capable of satisfying even the less cheese-enthusiastic members of the residence.
Despite small, the Cheese Tarts are very satisfying. As little as a quarter slice of a tart encompasses the rich, cheesy silkiness and sweet-savoury flavour punch in its entirety.
(I just hope I'll have a chance to revisit before their sale ends!)