Tonight was a cold and snow filled day in Toronto. After work I ran up to Queen Street trying to avoid every flake as I skipped along the slush filled sidewalk. At the corner of Augusta sits Java House. I met Meaghan Lamb here to catch up over a pitcher of Nlanche de Chambly and a few nibblies.
It is a bit of an awkward chore using the bathrooms here. You actually have to walk into the kitchen to access the stairs. At first glance the menu is cheap. But then again so is the execution in the kitchen. We both wanted wings but I hate BBQ and she hates Honey Garlic so we opted to have our “wings tossed separately” (which of course is always fun to say). We each received three wings on a plate with one romaine lettuce leaf and a few slices of carrot. We also ordered a plate of pierogies which were served with potato wedges and sour cream. The Polish dumplings were advertised as being serve with fried onions and bacon bits. The red onions were raw and the bacon bits (which Meaghan didn’t even notice on our plate) were synthesized and did not even contain pork.
The patio in the summer is a great place to meet with friends and get trashed in the sun. I would not suggest anything on the menu so bring a stick of gum and a few pretzels in your handbag and you should be good for a few rounds of beer.
#132 restaurant reviewed in Ontario since moving to Toronto in 2010.