I've been here twice, and I would rate Paramount three stars both times.
Let's start off with the service.
The first time we came here, we asked one of our servers for water, and as she walked over to get it, we could easily hear her chiding her colleague for not bringing our water to us. As I'd like to say to the service at several other restaurants and cafes in Toronto, please keep your conflicts private and don't air them out in front of the customer, especially when it seems like a simple mistake.
The fattoush and beef pepperoni manakeesh (both starters) came out only slightly before our main plates did, so we had to stack our manakeesh on top of the bread basket, and I had to eat a bit off center of the table due to lack of space. (Awkward.) The fattoush and manakeesh were appetizing, but the chicken and beef shawarma plate was a bit cold (probably in part due to the fact that our plate order was not spaced out), and the chicken was superior to the beef, which was a bit greasy.
The second time we came here--
Along with the group of people at the table next to us (who arrived a bit after us) we were waiting for our order to be taken, and then for our food and drinks to arrive, for quite a while.
One server brought us our hummus. The server dashed off before I could ask him for pita to go with it (which I shouldn't have to ask for--they should always come together). Because we had nothing to eat the hummus with, save our hands, we were left to stare at the hummus in front of us. Another server, let's call him Mr. Drink Server, brought us our drinks. I asked for bread to go with the hummus, and Mr. Drink Server mumbled something in response. I didn't understand what he was saying, so I asked him to repeat it. He gruffly told me he wasn't our server. Okay, Mr. Drink Server, maybe you could provide your customer with a little service and ask the colleague of yours who *is* supposed to be serving my pita bread to serve said pita bread. Surely, you must understand it's a little confusing because one person took our orders, someone else brought out our drinks and more than one person brought our food out.
A man at the table next to us joked about the long wait and how it was "part of the Arab experience." No, good sir, if this were happening in an Arab country, there would be a revolt. (Also, for the record, dining neighbors, hockey player Saad is Syrian, not Lebanese.)
During the meal, three different beggars reached in through the window, soliciting us for money with their coin-filled cups. The first man nudged my arm even after my husband shook his head no. The restaurant should really set the tables back farther in or get some security to prevent this from happening.
We ordered, besides hummus, manakeesh bil accawi and labban (ayran). In addition, I ordered a lamb kebab sandwich and my husband ordered a chicken shish tawouk sandwich. While the lamb was a bit chewy, it was juicy, and the pickles rounded out the sandwich nicely. My husband, who is Lebanese, did not finish his sandwich, a clear sign he didn't enjoy it. Perhaps he was left with the bitter taste of poor service and management. read more