BACK TO THE CLASSICS
In a world full of fancy and new,…read moresometimes you start looking for the classics.
This week, my mother-in-law would have been 80 and my sister-in-law hit 50, so we decided to celebrate the only logical way: we went back to a family classic: Merlot.
Merlot is obviously French. Not Paris French.
Etobicoke French.
That neighbourhood on the perimeter of what we call Toronto. Although this remains up for debate... is Etobicoke actually Toronto, or is it a suburb that Toronto adopted? I'll let you guys fight that one out.
For me, Merlot has always felt fancy.
I started going there with my wife's family when I was in my teens. And I remember ordering appetizers.
An appetizer. Then a meal.
I had never really experienced this concept before.
I was used to Chinese buffets, grab-and-go, and basically anything where the objective was: get food, eat food, repeat.
But here you were expected to have an appetizer, then a main, then dessert, maybe some bubbly water, a glass of wine... or two... and perhaps even a digestif. Wowsa. This was serious business. And I know some people think I'm joking when I say this, but I'm not. I'm still genuinely amazed that I get to experience places like this. The funny thing is, I still feel a little bit like that 20-year-old kid. I'm still impressed by people who are genuinely nice to me. I still get excited when food is really, really good. And I still want to be silly.
Actually.... I probably want to be sillier. And that brings me to something I've been thinking about.
I don't think restaurants should be quiet libraries where everyone is terrified of using the wrong fork.
You're there to have fun!
Give me kids laughing, a little music, people telling jokes, glasses clinking, and the occasional broken plate.
That's a night out.
Somehow, I think we've become a little too serious in North America about restaurant etiquette and what is "appropriate."
I'll take a little chaos with my dinner, thank you very much.
And Merlot has that vibe.
Okay... I've officially spent way too much time exploring my own mind in a restaurant review.
BACK TO THE FOOD.
Merlot just does the classics really, really well.
I had the French onion soup ' what a fabulous broth.
We had steak tartare, and the escargot , which came already shelled and swimming in a cream sauce. Not exactly the most traditional presentation, but damn, they are good.
Most of the table went with the steak frites or beef bourguignon.
And of course...Crème brûlée.
Because apparently we were going all the way.
And honestly, that's the perfect French meal to me.
Loud enough that everyone can talk freely and tell stupid jokes.
Quiet enough that you still feel a little sophisticated.
And food that's delicious without leaving you feeling like you've eaten an entire cow. Just enough to fill the belly.
Merlot is one of those restaurants we've probably been to 50 times with my wife's family, and I'm sure we'll be back another 50.
That's what makes a restaurant special.Not necessarily the newest menu.Not the coolest room.Not the latest Instagram sensation.
Sometimes it's just a place where your family has been laughing, eating and making memories for years. And Etobicoke actually has some great gems along Bloor.
A few of my favourites:
Vibo, of course.
Harry's, a great addition that somehow feels like it's been there forever.
And Bonimi, a family-run Serbian classic with the kind of old-school food and atmosphere that reminds me of Polonez.
So there you go.
Back to the classics.
Good food. Good people. Family. A little wine. A few laughs.
And maybe a broken plate. Not Greek styles, that's pushing it ;)... hehe
Have a great weekend and happy eating!