Yes, I am aware that today is a Monday and we are as far away from Sunday brunch as any of us care to be. But I feel like we all need something to aspire to. On a Monday of all days don’t we need to be reminded of the joys that await us at the other end of the week? On a Monday don’t we deserve the warm, cozy thoughts that today’s Korean Rolled Omelette Breakfast Sandwich affords us? I say, hell yeah, we do! Mondays are jam-packed front to back and it’s nice to think that in less than a week’s time we’ll be able to linger over a cup of coffee once again.
Today’s Spicy Mussel Marinara with Pappardelle is brought to by an excess of enthusiasm. You see, this dish came about when Bae and I discovered he likes mussels. Unfortunately, he discovered this when I had a plate of Moules Frites in front of me at a very nice restaurant. To say I was “protective” of my plate for the rest of the meal would be an understatement. And although I had to watch his fork like a hawk, I spent the rest of that evening positively elated. Sunny does not do seafood apart from fish and chips and spicy tuna rolls. I am from Nova Scotia and I have the palette to match. You can see the conflict.
Okay, I realize frying chicken isn’t exactly a summer-friendly activity. Come to think of it, neither is steaming a basket of buns or anything for that matter. So yeah, maybe these Fried Chicken Bao aren’t going to “summer vibes” or the break from the heat you’re looking for. But they do taste a treat when you’re sitting on the grass on a sunny summer evening. So, are they worth the sweaty sheen and the smeared mascara they impose? Of course, they are! We’re talking about fried chicken here. And what’s more, we’re talking about fried chicken tucked into pillowy bao. The dehydration is temporary, this eating memory is forever.
When I first arrived in Toronto at the tender age of 20, I had a crap, overpriced apartment, a crap retail job and, shockingly, not a crap ton of money. Yes, I was living that penniless student cliche in the worst way and that meant living off of boxes of knock-off cereal (generic Fruit Os forever!) and sodium-laced noodles. But once in a blue moon, usually on a Friday, I would treat my broke ass to a schnitzel sandwich and a beer at The Red Room. Today’s Pork Schnitzel Sandwiches with Granny Smith Slaw are a homage to the sandwich.
Websites store cookies to enhance functionality and personalise your experience. You can manage your preferences, but blocking some cookies may impact site performance and services.
Essential cookies enable basic functions and are necessary for the proper function of the website.
Name
Description
Duration
Cookie Preferences
This cookie is used to store the user's cookie consent preferences.
When I first arrived in Toronto at the tender age of 20, I had a crap, overpriced apartment, a crap retail job and, shockingly, not a crap ton of money. Yes, I was living that penniless student cliche in the worst way and that meant living off of boxes of knock-off cereal (generic Fruit Os forever!) and sodium-laced noodles. But once in a blue moon, usually on a Friday, I would treat my broke ass to a schnitzel sandwich and a beer at The Red Room. Today’s Pork Schnitzel Sandwiches with Granny Smith Slaw are a homage to the sandwich.