I am a tourist of Toronto yet again with my youngest sister, Ish, visiting us here in Toronto this fall. She has not been to North America before so she is just an enthralled about fall as I am. I have lived in Toronto for about 12 years now and I am still in awe about the rouge exhibit nature can bring. So but naturally, she asked for a walk in a park to see the reds closer (and of course have tons of picture taken with the foliage as background).
I have always drove by Moccasin Trail Park for all the years that I have been in Toronto. Thing about driving all the time, you just whizz by and the trail becomes an afterthought. This year, my sister Ayen and I promised that this is where we would pacify Ishy’s curiosity about fall. Quite easy to reach, just a few meters from Lawrence St East exit by the DVP, easy enough a promise to keep.
We started out late as there were errands that could not be delayed. Once we got that out-of-the-way, the tummy beckons and I remembered about a restaurant I used to visit almost once a week during my first year here in Toronto. Just a few steps away from the laboratory that I used to work for, my friend Tere and I would indulge at Gonoe Sushi normally choosing a shrimp tempura/sushi bento with all the sides of sesame noodles, salad, miso soup and steamed rice. This place never disappoints as the service is very personal and warm. I recall the owner gives us little platters of his exquisite creations to make us try other dishes. I once thought this place might fold when an eat-all-you-can sushi place opened right beside it. I am glad I was wrong. When the food is all good, people do come back as I did.
The food arrives and I start snapping away. My little sister, Ish, being a blogger herself, asked to borrow my camera and started doing short film clips. My poor sister Ayen has to put up with two bloggers before she could eat a morsel. I must apologize, I find the thing so funny. It’s hard enough that I normally ask my company to wait a few minutes as I take pictures of the food I eat but to have two people take turns with each dish gives me the impulse to have a fit of giggles. Lucky us, my sister Ayen is indulgent.
And boy, that tempura is just as light and crunchy as I remember it. I indulged without feeling too much guilt. I am yet to walk that trail was the justification I run by my head. :D