Double Header

Oh God, I love the spring so much!  I just feel so much better when that sun starts shining and the days grow longer!  The spring season has really started with a bang.  My hunt for the “Great Caesar” continues and a new pal is hooking me up to some fabulous places.  It just doesn’t stop.  I mean, the great places to go to in this sexy city!  Met my bud on Church Street.  I know yet again. Blame him, it was his choice this time. There are so many places on Church Street I haven’t been yet.
We decided to do brunch.  Brunch is such a friendly ordeal.  Don’t you think?  No matter what Hell one is going through in their lives, brunch seems to smooth it all out.  Like French vanilla icing on a cake.  My mention of that is only because it happens to be one of my favourite creamy edibles.
The place we decided on for brunch is called Smith.  It was pretty busy and to me that’s always a good sign.  We were seated on the third floor.  I wasn’t thrilled with all the stairs but being in the gay village I did get my butt pinched on the way up.
The place was a bustle of hungry patrons.  It was a bit loud and the server spoke a little softly so we stretched our ears to hear.  He ordered scones.  They were so delicious.  I am no scone enthusiast but I was definitely blown away by those ones.  They gave us two spreadable, edible toppings that just melted on our tongues.  I ordered the same big breakfast he did.  I wasn’t looking to reinvent the wheel.  Holy balls it was huge.  We couldn’t even get our mouths around it.  The mountain of eggs and sausage and toast proved to be too much for me.  Can you even imagine that?
The best part of the meal had to be the unstoppable tripping over of a highchair that stood directly in the path of the servers. With every round of the bend, trip and trip.  It was hilariously unreal that no one would think maybe we should move that damn thing out of the way before one of us lands on our ass on the hard wood floor.  I had to take a picture of that chair just to have for my funny bone.
My friend was nice enough to tell the boss on our way out about the very real damage that hilarious chair could do to someone if not cleared out of the way.  I personally could have sat there all day watching as each person stubbed toes, tripped forward, lost their balance thanks to this curious little chair.  I’m a bad person.
Well the conversation was great as usual.  We talked about our partners.  It’s always a good time dishing on our better halves.  He had plans to see Beauty and the Beast that night and so I got to boast having already seen it.  He kind of reminds me of the beast actually.  Hmm, interesting.
As we walked the sunny side of the street for some time I thought the visit was now coming to a close but he motioned for me to follow.  I did of course, I’m always a willing participant in adventures in the great wide somewhere.  We walked up to a place that, from what I could see, looked deserted other than two door hosts.  He asked if I had ever been.  I hadn’t so he motioned to go inside.  I never expected the day to become a double header.  I was kind of excited.  I love checking out new places in the city. Clearly this is why I write my blog.
The restaurant below was empty, quiet and without persons as we entered an elevator.  As we road up he told me about the Sangria.  It’s awesome.  Okay, so we are going to have Sangria.  The elevator doors opened to the thump of a hot base pumping the hottest sounds of dance.  It was bright and sexy and everyone just the same.  The DJ grooved in the corner as trendy apparitions swayed to the rhythms.  Cocktails free flowing and a most perfect smile from the host.  This was the Cactus Club Rooftop Lounge.  I had died and gone to cocktail heaven.
I wished I was dressed better.  My silly little army carrying bag was a bit out of place.  My friend looked fabulous.  I felt a little in deep.  Thank God he ordered two Red Sangria right away.  I was a little intimidated.  The girls were stunning.  The boys were even more so and even the straight dudes in trendy beards were oiled to perfection.  It was awesome but time was getting away and our condos were calling.  The sangrias were divine.  We had three. We were both feeling a bit peckish so he ordered us a fresh tuna salad. It came with some fabulous crispy crackers. The flavours in that little treat were outstanding. Seriously every bite was orgasmic. He pointed out a Caesar on the bar.  It looked beautiful but I dare not mix my drinks or I may start saying things I would only live to regret.  My Caesar hunt would have to wait for another day. The music beckoned but we had to go.  Probably for the best.  It was too early in the day for getting carried away.  I don’t know my new found friend all that well so I don’t know if we will see each other again.  I guess time will tell.  One thing is for sure, he’s fabulous.  Almost as fabulous as me.  He’s funny.  Almost as funny as me and he knows where to get the tastiest libations.  Okay, so he’s my new best friend.  Check it out Brucesters it’s sizzling!

Smith

http://smithrestaurant.com/

Cactus Club

https://www.cactusclubcafe.com/

4 kisses out of 5

B.I.T.C

Edited by Mary Ellen Monk

About Bruce in the City

I have been writing my blog since 2010. I was inspired to do so after enjoying an amazing meal with some friends of mine here in Toronto. I decided to tell everyone about my great night and the fabulous restaurant I went to and shazam my blog was born!
This entry was posted in Check it Out!, Clubs and Bars, Restaurants, Try It!. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply