If you, like me, have been to a few restaurants in your life that have quite nice decor, exorbitant price tags and profoundly mediocre food (Canoe, I’m looking directly at you) and you’ve had quite enough of that particular brand of pretentious bullshit, then have I got a treat for you. Specifically, I have got the exact, precise opposite of that grim gustatory menagerie just described.
On the recommendation of some members of the relevant cultural group, we went out for Indian food Sunday night down on Gerrard. “Not a place you bring your parents, or a first date”, we were told, “but if you want great Pakistani food it’s the only game in town.”
I found that advice very, very accurate.
Toronto people: be aware of the Lahore Tikka House. Specifically, you should be aware that while it has every appearance of being a dive (and I do mean every appearance; an analysis was made, criteria specified, lists of dive-qualifications made and each item thereon implemented and meticulously crossed off) that it is also full of bumpin’ indian techno music and fantastic food. I understand they’re building a new restaurant next door to move into next year, featuring such frills as not-office-trailer decor, not-lawn furniture, not-plastic cutlery and not-styrofoam plates but honestly, with food that good, who cares?
So if that sort of thing offends you then get takeout, you ponce. But if it doesn’t, then run, do not walk; this is some good eatin’, right here. Sit down, soak up the beat and the smell of the place and fix that indian food craving that’s been nagging you for the last little while.
I enjoyed it quite a bit, is what I’m getting at here. It is a dive that serves great food, qualities that pretty much instantly make it My Kind Of Place, but I think you’d like it too.