Izba and Other Thoughts of Europe

Auntie Myrna was in town from California for the past two weeks. As a born Canadian, she knows of our 2 major dining entities, Swiss Chalet and Tim Horton's. While she's not such a fan of Tim's (note:it doesn't compete with the McDonald's 65 cent cups for seniors in L.A.), she can't get enough of Chalet sauce Chicken (a dark meat lover, as are so many of the Montreal relatives). And, we are very pleased to say, she is now a lover of Izba Restaurant on the Queensway by Royal York. Myrna, my Beauty, and I went there for dinner on Sunday. Wonderful. The meal began with hot Beet Borsch, probably the main reason the Bride and I go there, and Chicken Soup for Auntie Myrna. The Borsch is always out of this world, and so Susy and I have never considering trying anything else. Well, the Chicken Soup is also out of this world. Not the same as the traditional Jewish Chicken Soup, but rather, we labeled it, with a Polish flair.

Next came the main course. Susy and I are traditionalists. When we go to Izba, we eat Pierogies, and Cabbage Rolls. Auntie Myrna tried the Goulash. O.K., so now there are 2 more items to add to the GREAT category.

Having just been to Vienna and Prague in the fall, these were such wonderful memories of that middle European food.

Anyone who feels the need for a Pierogi and some Borsch at any time, call me, I'll join you.