While we were away, I made use of Google Maps a lot, to figure out where we should go to eat or drink. I was determined that we’d go to more restaurants this time round – on our last big holiday we spent a lot of time doing really touristy stuff, and on the road, so we leaned heavily towards pub food. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed the pub food (the magic word ‘pub’ will give you an idea why), but I wanted to try different cuisines, and maybe a slightly more gourmet experience this time around.
So, once we knew what we were going to do on a given day, I’d bring up our destination on Google Maps on my phone and then hit ‘search nearby’. Some days, I’d just put in ‘restaurants’ and let it show me the full range. On some days, I knew what I wanted to eat, and got a bit more specific. On the day in question, I had a real craving for sushi. We were going to a local-ish mall, not downtown but north of the city, and I asked Google to work its magic.
It showed me a few restaurants within the mall itself, including a place for sushi – some were in the food court, and some attached to the complex. This wasn’t what I wanted. Shopping centre food makes me sad. There is a great air of desperation and misery about them, if you ask me. However, there was also a sushi place, Tekka Sushi, just across the road and down a side street, off the main drag and cooried in to an apartment complex. The reviews (another useful feature from GM) were all really positive. Many of them mentioned that it was the kind of place a person might walk past, taking from the unassuming exterior that it wasn’t great quality. It was clear that anyone who did walk past would be making a mistake, in the reviewers’ opinions. This was our restaurant of choice for the day – we could see it on the map, it would be easy to find.
It turned out to be attached to a strip mall. In truth, I would probably have walked past it; in fact, we had our doubts while we were standing outside. We girded our loins, decided to trust in Google, and went in.
It subsequently turned out to be the best sushi we’d ever had. The menu was ‘all you can eat’, which we didn’t really take advantage of (by which I mean, we didn’t eat until we were ready to burst), but we certainly got value for money. If you’re in Toronto, go along. If you don’t trust in Google, trust in Rock Salt.
I’m looking at these photos now and feeling quite emotional. That’s how good the food was. It was so fresh, so full of flavours both delicate and punchy, so downright delicious. We had intended to go back, but you know how it is – time is always marching on, and with trying new places and new things we never made it again. I can only hope it’s still there next time.
Ah, nostalgia. You sneak up on a person.
PS – the beef sashimi. I could just die. Er… in a good way, rather than a food poisony way. It was so good. Words fail me.
PPS – the mackerel sashimi. It’s my favourite. Argh.
PPPS – ALL OF IT.