A night at the Roxton
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A night at the Roxton

apr2106_roxtonburrito.jpgIt’s Thursday evening, you have a few dollars in your pocket and your stomach is running on E. You’re tired of eating grilled cheese sandwiches every night, and you’re out of ketchup anyway. Next thing you know, the softwood lumber deal comes through. “Good for the provinces, good for Canada,” you say to your roommate. Now it’s time to celebrate. You grab your cardigan, lace up the Clark Wallabees and start combing your hair. Then you realise there’s no need to comb your hair, because you’re going to the Roxton (379 Harbord St. just east of Ossington).
You get to the resto-pub (by the way, you love using the term resto-pub) and there’s room at the booths. Candles are lit, beer is ordered. You begin scoping the menu. You notice it’s not the same as last time, because they change it up almost regularly. French onion soup? Certainly. Burrito? Why not. A pleasing meal, you say.
Now it’s Friday, and the evening is approaching at break-neck speeds. You’re getting pressured by your S.O. to make a call on dinner, but you’ve still got that hangover from those crisp pints of 50 last night ($5 each, unfortunately). “I know this little out-of-the-way place,” you tell your S.O. “Nothing overly impressive, but better than your average pub,” you say. So you go back to the Roxton. The friendly wait staff doesn’t recognize you because tonight you’re wearing an oversized hat. They play the Kinks and some dub reggae. Your S.O. likes the brie-type sandwich.
And after two nights of successful dining, you come to a conclusion: Roxton is comfort food with a cosmopolitan flare. Good for nights out, good for casual dates.
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