Thursday, December 17, 2015
20150712 Toronto Trip: Messini & Chatime
We had brunch earlier at Pho Dau Bo. Andrew and I had a free day, so we called our cousin, JT, and met her at Vaughan Mills. We browsed through a few stores and then made our way to Chatime.
There are so many choices! I went with the usual grass jelly roasted milk tea. Andrew wanted to try something new. Hilarity ensues.
This is pretty much what happened:
Andrew: Can I... uh.. get the malt milk tea?
Lady: *indistinct question* ..?
A: *looks up at menu again, then back to the lady* Yeah *slightly nodding*
L: *looks up at A and mumbles something* ...with malt?
L: What else do you want in it?
A: Malt milk tea.
L: Malt milk tea?
A: Uh, what is it anyway? What's the drink like?
L: It's like the Chinese dry cereal in the drink. Like Horlicks. You have to stir the drink before drinking it or else it all drops to the bottom of the cup.
A: *Hesitates... glances back up to the huge menu* Okay.
L: But what would you like in it?
A: Malt... milk... tea?
L: Usually people get it with something else.
A: Oh, that's okay. I'll just get the drink.
L: Okay. Is that it (for your order)?
JT and I were chuckling in the back at their conversation. The poor lady just couldn't find the right words to say and ask. She was trying to tell Andrew that people usually add the malt as a topping, like pearls or jelly, and that people rarely order just the malt milk tea. Her questions were confusing Andrew and it was great fun. We got our drinks, reminisced about our childhood, and then went to her apartment.
Fast forward to dinner. JT and M were up for anything and gave us the choice. Andrew was craving Greek, so we all began to search for options online. It took us longer than we'd like to admit, but we eventually all agreed on Messini up by Yonge and Eglington.
We quickly browsed through their menu, ordered and paid at the front and then grabbed a table.
Loaded with feta cheese, the salad contained plump tomatoes, cucumbers, black olives and was dressed with some olive oil. No lettuce, no peppers, and no "Greek dressing". Just rustic chunky veg with cheese.
This was the huge chicken gyros dinner plate that JT and I shared. We weren't that hungry, but M was and got a platter to himself. Oh my. There was an abundance of food. We actually had enough leftovers to pack a takeout container. Easy lunch for the next day.
Andrew got their gyro with a greek salad on the side. He barely managed to finish it.
Someone ordered the spanakopita for the table, but since we underestimated Messini's portions, JT just packed this up too. We walked out of the restaurant happily stuffed. What a fantastic dinner choice.
3175 Rutherford Road
2311 Yonge Street