DINNER January 30, 2009
San Lorenzo has been open for a while, but I couldn’t get the JJ to eat there with me. I understood why. It looked like all style and no substance. All valet parking, guys with gold medallions and girls with big hair. But reading Robert Beauchemin and Lesley Chesterman’s glowing reviews made us both a little more comfortable. Beauchemin, especially, is money. If he says a restaurant is good, you can usually take it to the bank.
It’s a bit of an odd space. One of these newish looking spaces with all the charm of a shopping mall. It sports floating ceilings and lots of concrete that someone has tried to put lipstick on with big, old wooden tables, chandeliers, mirrors and tapestry. The overall effect isn’t bad, but the tiny skirt the waitress is wearing and Raging Bull playing on the projection screen make you think you are much lower on St-Laurent than you really are. Having Christmas decorations still in the wall when it’s almost February is also a bit off putting. The menu is a cheap stapled jobs that you might get in a BYOW on Duluth and the minute it hits my hand I feel an impending sense of doom. Continue Reading…

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