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[flemmings]

Warm summerish Friday evenings should be spent in an Italian restaurant with a light oil-based pasta and white wine. Somehow all the Italian restaurants have vanished from my neighbourhood- not merely the famous ones of thirty years ago, but the family-run ones as well. Bloor St rents, I suppose. So had a sandwich at The Butler's Pantry, because it will probably be closed come December.

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[incandescens]

What a shame.

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

A shame all round, both the old restaurants and Butler's. Of course, I'm remembering the former with '80s menues and '80s prices. Italian lately runs to fiddly fusion and cream sauces and $18 an entree.

[incandescens]

Sigh. Sometimes one wants the classics as one remembers them.

[i-am-zan.livejournal.com]

I can empathize, eateries open (to much fanfare) and close without a peep. And the prices! Yes that too. *sigh*

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

The same the world over. I don't know why people open restaurants- there's no money in it.

[yumiyoshi.livejournal.com]

Mmmmmmm.

(Lately I haven't really eaten anything not made in a crockpot, so I am living vicariously through you.)

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

Hot weather eating, and the illusion that I have money, is what prompts restaurant meals. Alas, I can only afford cheap ones, and so my meals are all the same. I should get me a crockpot. I gather they don't steam up a kitchen as stoves and ovens do, and they do cook cheap beef for hours so it's actually edible.

[yumiyoshi.livejournal.com]

Yes and yes. And there's some joy to making rice noodles (or ramen, or egg noodles - anything quick) in the broth left after cooking cheap beef for hours. All that connective tissue melts into an amazing bowl of unctuousness.