The Danforth “Strip”

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!!! As you guys know from last Sunday I took the week off from work.  I had planned to go to my favourite farm “Fiddlehead” (Find the link along the right column) but because of this terrible stomach flu I came down with I decided to stay close to home.
I did of course start to feel better eventually and so I decided to make the most of the week and get my butt back to the gym.  You know I have not been the biggest fan of my gym even though I have been going there for years.
I usually find the quality of customer service is lack luster and most of the time something is broken down.  I was in the sauna recently chatting up a gym acquaintance who was laughing about the same thing.  When it’s  good it’s good and when it’s not, well it’s not worth the $10 charge for the small cloth they want to convince you is a towel.  I can’t get that thing around one cheek let alone two.  Amazingly enough though I continue to go.  They have a lot of equipment to choose from and at the end of the day, that is what it is all about.
It is true what is said about working out, you do feel really good after.  Energized in fact.  It was with this extra energy I decided to make my way across the Danforth.  I think I would have to say it may be my favourite part of the city.  It just feels like the people in that community are so village inspired.
I left Goodlife after a great work out and a quick chat with a television personality and made my way west on the Danforth. I was feeling great.  I pushed myself a little harder on the work out so I thought I’d treat myself to something.  I didn’t know what but I knew it would jump out at me.
It did.  I looked eagerly from the street corner, stopped because of the red light.  Cheese Emporium.  I love cheese and yet I have never bought cheese from a cheese place.  I usually settle for the cheese one finds at the local grocery store but this moment felt like it deserved something better!  Like I said, I was pretty pleased with my physical fitness of the day.
When I entered I did feel a little intimidated.  Cheese is a serious business.  It’s like wine or cigars.  You don’t want to choose the wrong one or a bad one.  I made my way through the shop.  A guy behind the counter smiled at me.  I smiled back.  I wasn’t exactly a cheese virgin but I think he could tell I didn’t know my Brie from my Stilton.
He asked me if I wanted to try something.  I quickly said no.  I had no idea what I wanted to try.  I decided I would man up and quickly reiterated, “I’ll try that one.”  It was orange and it looked like it was starting to mildew.  I wish I could remember what he said it was because it was so good.  I kind of couldn’t believe it.  I wanted to try more but I dare not ask; I’m not a cheese pig.
Then he asked me if I wanted to try some really old cheddar.  He also took down another large brick of something else and he had me try that too.  It was all so outstanding.  I took the orange cheese that had the blue mold on it as well as some other old cheese.
Just when I thought my experience was over a second guy starting sharing their plans for the coming year (which included Panini’s if I remember correctly) but it was then that I noticed they had Prosciutto.  I got brave and asked for a taste of his Prosciutto.  He was more than happy to oblige me.  I took 20 slices then he placed some raspberry jam on a small piece of the meat.  I tasted it and wow it was crazy good so I bought that too.
Then I took some pate and some sea salt crackers and they were so nice to throw in a free brick of some other cheese that the nice looking guy said crumbles.  I was drunk on cheese and salted pig meat.  I was blown away by their passion.  The one guy seem to enjoy my enjoyment when my mouth discovered the texture and taste of cheeses.  He confessed aloud “I love cheese”.
Well I believed him.  This was more than getting some cow tit byproduct.  This was culture.  This was their passion.  It was fabulous!  It really was.  I took everything.  I was really blown away by these guys and their cheese.
You have to check it out for yourself.  I left with my bag full of goodies and a small dent in my wallet.  I felt no guilt.  I had pushed myself at the gym after all!

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Cheese Emporium
479 Danforth Ave, Toronto, ON
416-789-3300
5 kisses out of 5
Next week!  As I made my way across the Danforth “strip” I just had to stop at the coolest Record Shop for Annie Lennox’s latest.
Stay tuned!
B.I.T.C
Edited by Mary Ellen Monk
Thoughts from Mary Ellen!
You would get along so well with my husband.  He is a fantastic cook and LIVES to try new foods.  He does well travelling all over the world because he is up for trying anything. I on the other hand am quite picky and stick to the things I know.  M.E.M!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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!
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