“Why your aunt has so many pictures of Justin Bieber?”asked Akemi.
“That isn’t Justin Bieber,”I told her. “That’s my cousin Jake.”
Akemi scanned the photos on the shelf, then cast me a dubious look. “Sure?”
“Yeah,”I said. “I’m sure.”
We’d just returned from a fantastic dinner at what is now my favorite restaurant in Toronto: Buca! Too bad it took me six months to find it. Highlights of the night included…oh, everything. Cured pork belly, crispy smelts, crispy prosciutto-wrapped brains, stuffed zucchini blossoms, dandelion greens, gnocchi, lobster orechiette, sweet corn-filled pasta with taleggio, pork blood pasta with parsley and rapini, pork blood and chocolate tart, goat’s milk yogurt and vanilla panna cotta, tiramisu, and milk and honey gelato. Exemplary service led by Giuseppe Marchesini who thoroughly charmed my 84 year old aunt.
Apparently, this is one of Jewel Staite’s fave Toronto eateries. Why the heck didn’t she tell me about it the last time I saw her in the gym?
When we dropped off my aunt, she insisted on loading us up with fruit. Akemi was, of course, thrilled. Between the fruit, the necklace Fondy had given her, and the special bento box Carl’s wife, Karen, had prepared for her, it was a pretty sweet day for Akemi…
Maximus’s last radioactive road trip tomorrow. Wish him luck!