How cliche is it that I am sitting in a Starbucks with a peppermint tea, completely leeching the wifi? Within the last few days I put my big girls panties on and finally moved, and as a result, have forfeited my beautiful at home wifi connection. Absolutely tragic but completely necessary. While my evenings lately have been nothing but a fabulous swirl of cocktail bars and restaurants, I very stupidly have not taken the time to write. I blame it on the move, but if I am being completely honest, I needed some space, I needed to have a great time and not worry about taking mental notes and photos, but alas, my insatiable urge to write has been scratching at my conscious. It's time to get back on the grind. So we will start with last night. It started quite late as I had to go all the way down south at nine pm for a quick stop into my place of work. I was able to drag along my roommate, friend, and co-worker with me for the long ride down and was kept entertained by some truly obscene jokes. After a quick text to the man, we started in the journey to Milk Tiger to meet with him and some friends. One thing I adore about Milk Tiger is how intimate it is. That paired with the DJ blasting an odd but completely perfect playlist, puts it very high up on the "places I like to go" list. I should truly come up with a better name for that list. Anyways, after telling the man to pick me out a drink as I never pick out my own drink when I'm with him, he pointed me in the direction of a cocktail with the moniker "Toronto" and it of course was beautiful. I couldn't tell you what's in it right now as I was so preoccupied with my gorgeous companion, the ability to peel my eyes off him and in my phone for even a minute was completely lost on me. My friend, Payton, had decided on ordering a cosmopolitan, which I teased her mercilessly for, until I was assured that it would be the best Cosmo of her life. I should have tasted it. From there, I ordered a glass of white wine, which I am not entirely sure what it was but it was what my lovely companion was drinking so, good enough. And it was, although it was not nearly as sweet as I like my whites, I tend to favour Riesling's and Gewurtztraminer's and what I had ordered must have been a Chardonnay, it's hard to say though, unlike my liquor and beer knowledge my wine smarts are next to nothing. Eventually, the gorgeous Payton departed, leaving me alone with my man, his friends had left shortly before as well. I decided I was quite hungry and after absolutely no debate it was decided that we would go to Anju. If I am to be completely honest, I have never been, and had no real urge to go as I hadn't heard much about the place. I do now, have regrets over this. I saw the word taco and jumped at it, yes I too have jumped on the taco band wagon. For something that had been smothered in an avocado mousse, it did not make me want to gag, I actually enjoyed them quite a bit. And the rice sticks. Not even remotely close to the texture I was expecting, but the sauce. I will dream about that sauce. Cocktail- wise I ordered the "Romans revenge" which was made with Buffalo trace bourbon, tonic, blackberry raspberry shrub and something else I am forgetting completely. It wasn't terrible. It was quite good, just missing something. Something I cannot for the life of me put my finger on and it is still driving me completely mental. I most likely will have to go back within the next few days and order it innumerable times until I can't put my obnoxious little tick at ease. Overall I enjoyed Anju, something about having a dark colour scheme makes me feel very comfortable and cheery, and I loved the fact that because we went after midnight it was quiet, only a couple other tables scattered around. Unfortunately that is where the story ends, we got back to the mans apartment and I immediately fell asleep. An anti-climatic end to what was a fantastic evening.
