Hey there #latepost. So I went home (ie back to Canada) a while ago for a visit. Like almost 2.5 months a while ago. I’m hoping now that semester 1 (or 6, but who’s counting) is almost done, a new routine will start to develop: school, TA, research, horses, art, cook, eat leftovers, BLOG, rinse, repeat. Now that I’ve realized how much I enjoy not reading my textbooks, I’ll feel less guilty when I fill textbook time with food time :) either way, a barrage of #lateposts are coming your way! especially now that I found a fancy photo editor thingy for my iPad. Huzzah, blogging on the go! Now if I only had a tube ride during the day when I could actually blog while, genuinely, on the go…
Right so let’s talk about the title: hoof. The Black Hoof, in fact. A restaurant of this very same name and colour opened up in TO about 5 years ago, and I am so sad to say that I have only just recently been able to go visit. But man oh man did I enjoy myself.
I went out for a romantico dinner with a good friend of mine, and I was late and rushing and my other friend had had a bit of a meltdown and so I was basically all over the place, and I dashed in and my dinner companion took one look at me and said, “Darling let’s order you a drink and then you can tell me all about it. “. And so began a great night.
Over our first bevy, I told him all about my slightly ramshackle life. But then came the food, and my friend proved himself even more amazing, as he photog-ed it all for me! (He was at a much better angle than I was). Wonderful, no? Anyway, we first stuffed ourselves on foie (see below) then had some wonderful plates of marrow, tongue, and then something healthy, octopus salad! [No, there was no actual ‘salad’ in there. But it was delicious]. Feats your eyes, my pretties:
As always, stay delicious folks ;)