Is there anything more curious than the Carlton Street Golden Griddle?
I have long since stopped asking myself “why” people eat there only to have the question morph into “How can people eat there?”
Have you ever walked by the front door?
It’s located 8 feet away from an underground parking garage vent. Mix car exhaust in with the kitchen’s grease trap (and whatever vagrant is around at the time) and you have the most unappealing smell ever. They should vent that into Kirstie Alley’s kitchen and watch the pounds fly off her! And hell, throw in the crazy people that eat there, as well as the wonderfully pleasant staff and you have a 4 star dining experience.
What other restaurants do you know of makes you scratch your head and wonder how they do it?
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aaa… did I tell you about the food poisining I got when working on the first edition of CheapEats? My friends insisted we go to a chain restaurant for breakfast rather than to a place on the CheapEats list because they thought they might be dodgy for their kid.
I lost a week of work, and about 2 weeks of meals I was so sick.
Garlic’s like that, too. I have a coworker that sweats garlic juice.
lol…no smelly restaurants to add, and love the quote from ROME…just love ROME…but…I must say…not being an original canadian(although here for over three years now and LOVE IT) and from an area where the minority mix is quite different…I find extreme curried foods rancid in their odor while cooking and an hour later while being breathed on me in conversation and two hours later while being sweated out on the production floor and the next day spewing out of the dryer vent as it just does not wash out of the clothes. In moderation, I am sure curry is not a bad thing…but when your coworkers and one certain neighbor insist on using 5 times the prescribed amounts of curry…everything smells like fishy-garlic-curried-armpits. Curry, the spice that keeps on going and going and going….
Count me out…
I like Johnnie G’s. The last time I was in the Golden Griddle on Carlton was about 15 years ago and was after taking acid for the first time. I couldn’t decide what to have so ordered a family platter for 4 – lots of selection. Only after it arrived did I realze that I wasn’t even hungry. Besides, the eggs weren’t just runny, they were….running!
Nice quote, Dicky. I will use that today in some passing remark regarding email advertising.
Madame, I had the same reservations about Mr Tasty, but if you can stomach the hookers and smelly cab drivers, their homeburgers with onion rings are the best in town. I swear this on a stack of robots.
That place at the corner of Church & McGill (Mr. Tasty?). I hold my breath every time I walk by.
It is so politically incorrect in my neighborhood but I won’t go back to Mitze’s on Sorauren…Last time I went I felt claustophobic and odd. Imagine! but I can’t stand the men that go there and whats the point of the overpriced brekkie if you can’t look at great men??? …they wear khaki in the hope that the endless renos on the house, the dry marriage, the endless stream of their white babies with more spending power than I will ever have, and the bland, yoga-mum who berates them constantly, they hope that if they wear the mountain equip. gear they can still give off the idea they were ever alternative or interesting or had an edge…painful:
same life as their parents without the valium…we are talking walking 30something irony here…
Oh the food, right: Last time I went for my 10 buck breakfast treat it was overcooked and really unbecoming looking. Bacon you could have added to a stone path and eggs you could have drywalled with, vomitable fruit bits…best to hoof up to Freshwoods on Roncie!!!!
But, shhhhh, don’t tell anyone I said–the yukkies (my name for this generation of Yuppies, who in retro look almost interesting comparably) will get me…make me renounce stuff.
But if they do I’ve been practising this rallying cry from one of my fav Roman soldiers from ROME: YOU PISS-DRINKING SONS OF CIRCUS WHORES!!!
You ride a bike you need a good thing to scream in this town…