Yes, I ate there this morning. No, I’m not going to critique the food or service. What sort of troglodytic firstie criticizes a restaurant that’s been open for one day?
If you know me or have read anything I’ve written over the past year, then you know my enthusiasm for the Hoof borders on sycophancy. Occasionally it tumbles directly into the chasm of super-fandom, wearing the t-shirt to the concert, sporting an oversized novelty #1 foam Hoof. Added to which I have recently become friends with co-owner Jen Agg, which negates professional objectivity.
Who cares what I thought? What am I, a critic? What did YOU think?
Here are some photos.
Rabbit pancakes with blueberries, ricotta and celery jam.
On opening morning Jen sat at the bar ostensibly having breakfast, but really watching her staff the way Batman watches Gotham city.
Chef Grant van Gameren was his usual skaterboy blasé, allowing super-talented Geoff Hopgood control of the kitchen.
Post Script: I was back at the Cafe on Saturday, then again on Sunday for pork rib nibbles, peanut butter arancini, yada yada yada. My children's savings plan has dropped from University to Con College. Good thing I don't have kids.
Hoof Cafe, 923 Dundas Street West
3 comments:
You ought to be back at Hoof, with all those cute babes behind the bar!
can't help but notice that's the same blue sweater that's in your twitter profile pic?
You have noticed nearly correctly Austin. It is one of three blue sweaters that I may be wearing in the profile photo. I have multiple copies of the same outfit. So if you see me at battleship christenings, or saving a dog from a burning building, or leaping from a motorcycle onto a helicopter, I am wearing ONE OF, but not necessarily THE, same sweater.
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