Ho Hum

Friday evening was the last night for my Toronto trip. I thought about catching Rachel Bobbitt at The Garrison or an early show at Comedy Bar (my last visit was just before the pandemic arrived). But still feeling sleepy from Thursday, I grabbed a quick dinner, spent maybe 1 hour on social media, then called it a night.

There were many Asian restaurants along Yonge and the surrounding areas. In fact, they probably outnumber other types of food (even if you group restaurants into "European" cuisine, etc.) 7 to 1 and had a mostly Asian clientele. I wonder if these customers also lived nearby in the new condos that have sprung up?

I settled for a quick take-out at Hoki Poke. But my veggie bowl ($15.70) was a mediocre example of the genre. It wasn't as heavy as my last poke at Ahi Poke (in Montreal) but just as boring to eat: mostly rice, a thin bed of spinach, and a sprinkling of edamame, seaweed, and radish. The main topping was soft, tasteless tofu. Usually restaurants use a firm tofu, perhaps even with a crispy crust. I should have gotten dinner at Shiba Poke (with its delicious 14 ingredients set) while getting pastries at Barbershop earlier in the day. They had a second location just down the street from that bakery. In fact, I thought about it while waiting for the streetcar across from Shiba. But I remembered Hoki from one of my walks and decided to give it a chance.