But one thing is certain: The environment is nowhere near as repulsive (in comparison). The stifling sensation has been swapped for a liberating ambience.
Returning to the daunting reality of a newly-emptied wallet (as well as pending GOT7 comeback and looming deadline for DAY6 world tour tickets), regularly social outings have been promptly severed until economic replenishment has been obtained. (Civic long weekend was my only exception.)
In the meantime, I've been keeping busy with occasional North York runs over lunch break and all-too-frequent bubble tea excursions.
2) Sidewalk training sighting at Shops at Don Mills
3) Early mornings equate to pre-packed breakfasts and lunches. This can refer to the classic Costco granola bar or caramel/strawberry jam sandwiches.
I opted for two slices instead of the 50-dollar whole cake, and was quite dismayed to see that the layers had detached almost nearly by the time I had reached home. Storage wasn't the issue here - mind you - since the carrying case has been sandwiched between two sturdy objects and further placed in a rigid, plastic bin.
The top layer was soothing and sweet with discernible notes of vanilla, while the bottom was cheesy, slightly savoury, and ever-so-porous. Together, the creation was an intriguing amalgamation of gentle textures and complementing flavours. Consuming the portions separately enabled customers to embrace the cheesiness of the soufflé cheesake layer, while adjusting the portion of crème caramel consumed along with it.
Seemingly a part of a series of Thai street eateries, Eat BKK adopts a similar menu to Jatujak on Victoria Park.
For a particularly long day out, I decided to replicate my order at Jatujak for takeout: Tom Kha with Chicken and a Thai Iced Tea. The pickup was scheduled for 12:40 PM, but my order had yet to prepared even when I pulled into the immensely narrow parking lot. Entering and exiting plaza is a nightmare, and the limit of one parking spot per business only worked to complicate this matter further.
The aforementioned payment situation occurred with One Zo one day, so I had no choice but to depart with empty hands (even while my heart ached for a Brown Sugar Dirty Matcha Latte). I crossed the street to Palgong instead, where I knew their $2.99 Original Milk Tea would not fail me.
Interesting it was how the strength of their brew matched the tackiness of their selected milk powder. This is neither a positive nor negative remark, mind you. Tapioca pearls here were softer than that of One Zo, but bore a distinct, sweet chewiness.
Noteworthy was Palgong's efficient service - an aspect I greatly appreciated while on a time crunch.
Quite possibly the worst Korean food we've tasted to date, Mom's Kitchen in Langham Place won't be an eatery we're willing to return to.
The restaurant was essentially empty during weekend peak lunch hours, which should have been our first clue that Google Maps had failed to locate a qualifying jjajngmyeon dish. Prompt service and password-secured Wi-Fi network were the only two positive features of the establishment.
Galbitang was far more revolting, if imaginable. A single spoonful of the broth confirmed the identical profile used in instant noodle packages. Gross.
It's hard to believe that Eyes On You in New York is already one month in history...