Is a restaurant responsible for their patrons’ enjoyment and comfort?

A couple of weeks ago, I visited Cava, a tapas restaurant in Toronto, as it was highly recommended.

Menu

Two legs of jamon Iberico greet you as you enter, a hint of what is to come. The atmosphere is warm and welcoming.  The wood paneled walls and wood tables give it a modern yet rustic feel.

Cava offers a wide selection of small plates incorporating sustainable ingredients.  We shared a number of plates however the following 3 were my favourites.

Supergilda: a sardine placed on toasted bread with roasted tomatoes and speared with an anchovy and olive toothpick.

Supergilda2

Charred rapini with queso fresco con miel, olive, and za’atar: the bitterness of the rapini was well balanced with the sweetness of the fresh cheese infused with honey. The sesame in the za’atar brought a crunch to the mix.

Queso Fesco

Chicken liver and foie gras mousse with house-made bread: the mousse was creamy and lingered on the tongue.

Duck Mousse

We also ordered a full portion of the Iberico ham, only to be disappointed by the meagerness of it. It was not worth the $30 it was priced at.

We paid approximately $140 for 2 people which did not include drinks or tip, an expensive culinary experience.

The service was attentive, however I was disappointed to see that the wait staff made no attempt to remedy an uncomfortable situation for my dinning companion. Half way through our dinner, a couple was seated at the next table, which I must say was too close for comfort. The gentleman, and I use this term loosely, decided to sit on the bench with his partner not taking into consideration that this would infringe on my friend’s personal space. She was practically forced to climb the wall on her other side to avoid coming in contact with this inconsiderate dinner. It was apparent to myself, the waiter and the other patron that she was quite uncomfortable, yet our waiter did not address the situation.

Having been forced to finish our meal, hurriedly, and skipping dessert, we left the restaurant disappointed at the experience.

Although the restaurant offers a pretty setting and the food is gratifying, the lack of attention to the comfort of the patrons and the elevated cost of the fare would make me think twice about returning to Cava.

Cava  –  1560 Yonge St, Toronto, ON M4T 2S9  –  cavarestaurant.ca

Home…or in my case homes

What does the word HOME evoke for you when you hear it? Does an image pop into your head and a smile grace your face?

I have 4 homes and at times, more.

I was born in Lebanon and sadly left when I was very young. Not old enough to have been marked by memories of war but old enough to remember my grandmother’s garden with its lavender bush and grapes draped over the trellis in the back of the house. Old enough to remember her jam cake and the fact that she was always well put together (every hair in place and always wearing lipstick). I also remember the innumerable summers spent in her home with my brother and sister and the cousins. Her home was my home.

In my grandmother's garden
In my grandmother’s garden

Greece became the shelter from the civil war brewing in Lebanon and our “temporary” home. I say temporary because mom and dad used to say “it is only for one year”. Eleven years later, Athens had become home. It was the place I met my best friend at the age of 6 and some 35 years later is still my best friend. The place where I developed my first crush on the wrong boy. The place that I return to years later because it has a string attached to my heart.

The 3 Musketeers
The 3 Musketeers

Toronto is home now. I have lived here the majority of my life, that is if you count the number of years, it is the longest I have been somewhere.  I appreciate the opportunities that this home has afforded me: family, friends, the ability to travel and experience different cultures, a fantastic restaurant scene and so much more.

The CN Tower and iconic Street Car
The CN Tower and iconic Street Car

As I look to the future, I know that I will make Paris my next home. I am drawn to everything that city has to offer and the way I feel when I am there.

I can never get enough of Gustave Eiffel's masterpiece
I can never get enough of Gustave Eiffel’s masterpiece