A few years ago, when I was still in university, I had this summer job with a women’s center. My job was the Fundraising/Outreach Assistant and it was to help raise funds for the program at the center. Every hear (before I was there and the year I was) they reached out to the community for donations gift certificates, money and other valuables to auction off to earn dough. One of my task was to research potential restaurants who would like to support the center and their work. During this search I came across a restaurant called Spice Route.
After digging through the website, I fell in love and it fell onto my to visit list. I don’t remember if I reached out to them to donate but the years passed by. I graduated university and began working but never had a reason to go. I mean really, from the website, I could tell it was some fancy digs. The years slowly, slithered by at different rate of speed and each year my birthday rolled around I thought of Spice Route – wondered if it was still there, googled it, found it, but never wind up going. A year ago I thought I’d go by myself and just have a nice meal, but I did something else-worked.
Recently, a friend of mine returned from his prodigal ways (lol – dude I kid). Well he did come back to Toronto. I headed down to have a couple of drinks with him and a few friends and walking back we passed the restaurant. Immediately perked up, flailed with one hand and go “*gasp* That’s where that is.” We decided then and there that was where I wanted to go for my birthday. And so counting down the days began.
As the day got closer, I kept texting him “dude, I have no idea what I’m going to wear!” This was important–after all, it was my birthday dinner so I had to look stunning–or as close it as possible. The evening as I got dressed, I changed four times–from a red dress, to a blue dress, to a curve hugging blue purple dress then finally settled on a black and goldish coloured dress. I hopped on the TTC and away I went.
Spice Route is an indo-Chinese food serving-nightclub. It’s located right at King and Brant St but you should get off the streetcar stop at Brant. Trust me, I almost had to walk the back had I not been looking out for the Spice Route sign. 499 King St West – there.
Stepping through the doors, I was immediately engulfed in soft music and sensual lighting. The ladies at the door took my name and escorted me to a seat. The guys weren’t there yet so I had to wait. While I did, I pulled out my book and started reading–why? Well I didn’t want to be staring around like a newbie. The interior was decadent. The warm colours, the beautiful lightening. Our first waiter offered me a drink and I got water. But later upgraded to a glass of wine. Of course I had no idea what wine I wanted so he brought me a taste of something sweet so I could see if I liked it. By then the gang arrived and we delved into our night of fanfare.
Our second waiter was Adrian–yes yes I know–my friend had to do the Rocky voice when he said “Adrian.” But our waiter was a trooper he didn’t mind in the least.
The food was amazing. They sell large dishes to share. So you and your party would pick together what you wanted and they’d bring communal plates and smaller plates and you’d all eat together–like a family dinner.
If you ever get down there, try the lemon chicken–TO. DIE.FOR! You know some places when you order they bring you your food cold? Not here. Our food arrived at our table still hot and ready to be eaten. They didn’t assume we were dumb and only gave us forks, our table was beautifully set with knives, forks and chopsticks which was epic for me because I love chopsticks. Our waiter took great care of us, ensuring we had everything, our glasses were never empty and even took a picture of our table for us so we would have something to remember the night with.
If you go late enough there is a DJ. He was spinning some pretty groovy tunes and we even danced for a bit but we couldn’t stay for the party since we had other plans.
It’s not overly pricy so you won’t break the bank by eating there–alcohol though could push it over the top if you wanna make it rain–um–my bad, if you want to spend some money.
All in all, it was a spectacular dining experience. Oh, if you get down there, try sitting outside. There is a beautiful space in the back for dining. And you have to use the bathroom. It’s all kinds-a-freaky cool! What do I mean by that? You have to go check it out. You won’t be disappointed. And if you’re lucky, you just might get Adrian. Super chill dude.
The night was a rousing success that ended with a mad dash through downtown to get to Bathurst station so I could get on the last train of the night–er morning. But Spice Route was a great way to start it all off.