Just back from Toronto. What a fine city! Two memorable non-restaurant moments: (1) Having a beer in the hotel bar at the Sheraton while waiting for friends and being initiated into the mysteries of the Canadian Football League and the Grey Cup by an enthusiastic Alouettes fan, and (2) while on my way to viewing the James Ossuary at the ROM, finding myself ringside at a Couture fashion show: vintage Christian Dior sashaying down the runway as Eartha Kitt purred "C'est Magnifique." Those folks at the ROM sure know how to show us antiquities-fans a good time!
Still looking forward to Chiado, but in the meantime, Adega was lovely. Grilled sardines for starters were terrific; my dining companion pronounced the sweetbreads "divine" and I loved my seafood risotto. The service was well-paced and unobtrusive. The next night, I was off to Spuntini with other friends, and we pronounced ourselves very well-satisfied with the service, the wine, the atmosphere, the salads, and our pasta and seafood dishes. One to keep in mind for dinner on a Sunday night.
Le Paradis was my favorite. When a friend's plane landed late, and she missed our planned rendez-vous at the restaurant, I carried on solo. My server didn't bat an eye, and treated me to the same warm service as if I had been hosting a table for six. The lamb shanks were superb; the whole evening was so enjoyable that I came back three nights later, my friend having now turned up, and we feasted on osso bucco and blanquette. A terrific end to our conference.
My friends think I am a food-heroine for sweeping them away from the jammed conference-lobbies to these lovely Mediterranean spots, but I owe it all to my fellow Chowhounders. Thanks to one and all.