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The contemporary
and elaborate Globe Bistro feels misplaced in pre-Hellenic Danforth (it is
situated on Bloor right across the Don Valley). From the bare and cold bar room
where personae non gratae are seated
(i.e. thrifty summerlicious mal-tippers) I stared into the lavish dining hall, decorated
with exposed wood flooring, chandeliers and colossal pieces of modern art. How
such a pompous restaurant could call itself a bistro is beyond me. The appetizer and dessert looked and sounded
more interesting than it tasted. The Chorizo’s flavours were muted and the
result was a poorly textured sausage; Chantilly is just another word for
whipped crème and I couldn’t taste the espresso. Indeed, the meal was saved by
the Chicken. It was a quartet of sour (lime relish), salty (collards), sweet
(roasted sweet potatoes) and umami (chicken), each with its own solos and all
together perfectly balanced.
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