But awkwardly stomping to the beat of K-Pop can't be done without food first. Twin Fish in Meadowvale, as well as a Mexican diner near Milton train tracks, have been on my radar as of late. Neither was arguably close to Central Mississauga, but we headed over anyway and began the search for parking.
Once seated, laminated menus and a brief introduction to the restaurant was provided. Iced water was served up shortly afterwards in stout glasses adorned with a wedge of lime.
Plastic plates, paper napkins, and minimal cutlery ensured that the environment would be family- and kid-friendly. However, it did not coincide with the decorative vibes of the establishment, nor abide by the ways of Mexican culture.
A two-person lounge spot with ample natural lighting had been chosen for the very late lunch session, but the decision proved fatal later onwards during the visit. The table nearest the window acted as a fume hood for cigarette smoke and hemp-like odours to infiltrate. Every single time one of the middle-aged men opted to step aside to cure their lung cancer-causing addiction, we were left with no other choice than involuntarily inhale the second-hand gusts of wretchedness. I winced more times than I could count, but the pungency refused to dissipate until long after we concluded our meal.
It should be noted that our server took no actions on this, not even the smallest gesture for them to shift further from the entrance such that the nine-metre radius was satisfied.
The stalls were already cramped to begin with; adding dust to the equation only contributed to overall displeasure. Hooks were available on the backs of the stall doors, though it was questionable whether its design had taken the hanging of belongings into consideration at all.
Parking in Streetsville forever remains a headache for me, even if spots are free and traffic flow is decent. Rejoinining oncoming streams is also an endless challenge due to the narrow one-way roads.