“A painfully hot, hallucination inducing, mind altering curry.”
Those words alone are enough to entice any self-respecting Brit — “Yeah mate, yeah … give us the ‘ottest ruby ya got!” — to wander along to The Bristol Yard for dinner.
First impressions: NOT a pub. Stylish bar. Dark wood. Nice. Not Jazz Club nice … but nice.
Starving. Went for the bangers and mash (I think). Was a while ago and we’d had a few bevvies. All I remember was that it tasted absolutely delish.
That doesn’t grab you? How does half of a Tandoori-roasted chicken, garlic mash, Indian-spiced Yorkshire Pudding, roasted mini red potatoes, sautéed carrots, broccoli and gravy sound? Right?
The Brits in Toronto crew need to go back to experience the dining choices more intensely. Watch this space.
For now, an interim Brits in Toronto 4/5 stars.
Really good brunch, too…we all loved our choices, and best baked beans on toast ever!! they bake them there and you have a choice of cheddar or stilton (if I remember correctly) melted on it Yum!!