Böhmer’s worth repeating
Walking into Böhmer for dinner I was immediately struck by the décor. Bright, elegant and minimalist without an air of pretention. I joined our party at the rear past a long, beautiful wood bar along the side wall opposite an equally long communal wood table down the centre of the restaurant. Two...
Illicit Latté: The Rooster
James Taylor is wailing over his guitar. The steam is whooshing through the nozzle to warm the milk. The heads around me are leaning forward to read books and newspapers or to focus on laptops. The pre-nine a.m. crowd is now gone, and Rooster is quiet. A woman I do not know is now singing...
Illicit Latte: Holts Coffee Bar
Is it the intense, nut-free dark chocolate brownie with the firm icing that I am eating? Or is it the beautifully composed woman with a strawberry tart and designer clothes, who sits down beside me after spending longer than politeness requires to look at me. She begins rapid movements of stuffing forkfuls of strawberry and...
Guest Review: Yuzu Sushi & Sake Bar
Eat My City is delighted to have well-known food blogger Stella Yu write this guest post for us. You’ll quickly see why we were happy to have Stella submit this post: she offers the kind of” foodography” the rest of us here at EMC just don’t have the talent for. It is here that I...
The Underground Restaurant Experience
The first time I heard of an underground restaurant was when a friend returned from a back-packing trip to Cuba. He spent nights sleeping in farmer’s fields, hiking far away from resorts, and eating in people’s homes. Locals would approach him with menus in hand, selling him on the concept of eating in their backyard...
Illicit Latte: Cafe Diplomatico
Sitting in the afternoon at Table 45 outside at Café Diplomatico under an ad for a major American beer, I am watching life at College and Clinton. (The table number is conveniently marked in large red numbers on the table for servers who become lost.)
