My friend Aster and I haven’t seen each other in a while. And it wasn’t because we didn’t adore each other madly, because we talk constantly, two or three, or four times daily. From text, to random phone calls to Facetime, we’re constantly in contact. It’s just she lives two hours away and I’m in Toronto. The long distance thing is a killer, I tell you what.
Anyways, we decided that we were going to get together for a whole day of fun times. After telling our other best friend to have bail money, we embarked on a day of errands, blasting the music in the car and doing chest pumps at the stoplights with the drivers in other cars looking at us with arched eyebrows up and wonderment on their faces.
We ran late that day, yes. But we made it happen.
While getting our nails down, she hit the internet trying to find us a new restaurant that wasn’t all the way downtown to save time. She scrolled through them handed me her phone so I could pick a place. Unsure, I looked through the list and chose Opus. Now, I’d never heard about the place before but from what I read it sounded good. We finished our nails, got dressed up in dresses and heels, even make-up and got on our way.
Prince Arthur Avenue is a quaint, tree-lined avenue in Yorkville close to the ROM, U of T and some wonderful hotels. But for the busy that is around it, the avenue was quiet, welcoming and has a homey feel. While people walked about their ways, there was a calm about the stretch that was unlike anywhere else I’ve been in Toronto in a long time. I almost felt a little out of place, but it was good. Sometimes its good to feel that way to know you are someplace wonderful.
Climbing the elegant steps in heels was a chore and a half but I didn’t mind for once you step through those door into the warm, candle-lit interior of Opus, the thought of the steps didn’t matter anymore.
From the moment we stepped through the door the service began. A host greeted us politely, asked who our reservation was under and once he had my name escorted her to our table for two. He assisted us with our chairs, helped me wit my shawl (he placed that neatly over the back of my chair) and then helped Aster with her jacket. Fancy, no?
The dining experience was calming and enriching. Our tables were clean, and though luxurious, quite simple. With a purple Calla Lilly in a simple glass vase it sets off the fresh, crisp white table cloth.
Our waiter knew his stuff. He was up to date on the latest wines and which we would like since we told him we’d like to try something sweet. Let’s face it, Aster and I have no idea about vintages. He made the perfect choice for us.
Dinner was delicious and nice and hot when it came to our table. I had the Roasted Chicken and Sausage on Organic Grits with Foie Gras Gravy – Yum! The chicken was juicy–you know sometimes when they serve you a chicken breast at some restaurants you have to drink a gallon of water just to get it down? Not this place – It just seemed to melt on my tongue.
All in all, we enjoyed our evening in luxury at Opus. With great company paired with amazing ambiance, food and culture, it was an evening we’ll remembered for a very long time.