For a place that made the #2 spot on enRoute magazine's Best New Restaurants 2012, #7 on the Vacay.ca 50 Best Places to Eat list and was one of Maclean's 50 Best Restaurants, what the heck took me so long to finally eat at Model Milk? I've been to every other new restaurant in the city but until last week, I had neglected Model Milk. And it's not even that new. Not to mention, the place even has FREE!!! parking so there truly is no reason, no excuse not to make a trip down to 17th Ave. to try it out. Take note of this my friends - I drove around the block 3 times looking for street parking so that you don't have to. That's not true, it was only twice until we noticed the parking lot, but still!
Now I could provide you with a bunch of funky pictures of the interior of the restaurant but all you have to do is Google "Model Milk" in order to find a plethora of shots of the hipster decorations, photographed much more professionally than I am capable of. And frankly, you feel like enough of a weirdo just taking pictures of your plates, let alone getting up on the table to capture the chandeliers from the perfect angle. Suffice to say, it's a pretty funky space. Although I could see it getting pretty loud late on a Friday night. Luckily we showed up unannounced for a table at 5PM on a Monday. Eating like grannies, oh yeah (try to make a reservation if you plan on going at any other time though).
Let's cut to the chase already. Enough, let's talk about the food! This was probably one of the best vegetarian dishes I have ever had at a restaurant. Sure you see a lot of mushroom-based veg entrees but do you ever see braised hen-of-the-woods mushrooms? I didn't think so. Combat that with some kale, gremolata and crazy awesome carrot creme fraiche and you have yourself a "winner-minus-the-chicken-dinner". It was also super well-seasoned, perhaps bordering on salty for some, but I thought it was perfect.
While I was chowing down on that, my dinner date Cassidy made it her mission to conquer the Model Milk burger. It's pretty famous around these parts, I would say. You've got yourself some cheese curds, mushrooms and ham hock, all on a homemade sesame seed bun. She looks pretty happy about the situation, I'd say.
Now things really started to get ridiculous when we ordered dessert. Both of us have a sweet tooth so we had no intention of sharing. Which in the case of the "Fat Kid Cake", was probably not the most intelligent decision I have ever made. You should have seen the look on our waiter's face when we said that we wanted not one, but two slices of "Fat Kid Cake" - there was definitely some hard-core judging going on. Seriously though, how big could it possibly be? Let's just say I did eat the whole thing and in doing so, put all of the real fat kids in this world to shame.
Look at those layers of chocolate cake, peanut butter cheesecake, raspberry (or perhaps cherry?) buttercream, crispy corn flake brittle and pretzels of all things!
Didn't get a good enough glimpse from that angle? Look again.