Dining: Feast for the Senses
Hogtown, Toronto the good, or just plain T.O.—whichever nickname described
this town in the past no longer adequately characterizes the ethnically diverse,
sophisticated metropolis that is now Canada’s largest city. The influx of
immigrants from the world over translates to a polyglot assortment of cuisines,
making it easy to find great meals without venturing beyond any one
neighborhood. A surprisingly good trattoria may reside in a nondescript suburban
strip mall, and a hungry diner can find some of the best dim sum this side of
Hong Kong without even visiting Toronto’s Chinatown. As a consequence, Toronto
is a city of educated foodies, and with this much authenticity at hand, a chef’s
skills cannot be faked.
Claudio Aprile, executive chef at Senses restaurant
in the SoHo Metropolitan hotel, has thrived in this demanding milieu. His
extensive training has taken him from South America to Asia, Europe, and finally
to North America, where he practiced his craft at other fine establishments
before arriving at Senses. Under his direction, Senses became the first
establishment in Canada invited to host a Friends of James Beard benefit, in
The restaurant’s name is fitting, because an
Aprile-orchestrated dinner exercises all five senses. To begin with the sense of
taste is to state the obvious, but it would be a disservice to Aprile not to
elaborate. His prawn seviche, for example, dances on the tongue with a freshness
enhanced by a light touch of yuzu juice. Yuzu, a trendy Japanese member of the
citrus family, is a natural complement to the chilled taste of the sea, and the
fruit appears in different guises twice again during the meal—as a
palate-cleanser and in a dessert.
Moving on to sight could lead to a
multichapter discourse, but consider the soup selection: A simple, lidded white
bowl arrives with a slice of mushroom/green-tea noodle tempura set on top. The
bowl rests in a bath of hot water and lemon slices. Lifting the lid unleashes
the companion aroma of an intense mushroom and miso soup, all presented with a
flourish and perfectly paired with the garnet emanating from a glass of Pinot
Noir. Seldom has mushroom soup inspired such a color palette.
The sense of
touch is fully engaged by the silkiest foie gras appetizer that melts between
tongue and palate before it is followed by a chewy chaser of Peking duck. A
refresher of yuzu-spiced water and cranberry slush presents the case for smell,
for it comes with a side of hot stone sprinkled with cinnamon (not for
ingestion) that aids in clearing the sinus passages for the main course.
Finally, hearing comes into play. With each of its 36 seats filled, the
room, decorated in a minimalist if not stark fashion, hums with laughter and
conversation, driven by a lively soundtrack mix of jazz and rhythm and blues
that was compiled for the restaurant by its owner, 40-year-old Henry Wu, who
also presides over Canada’s three Metropolitan-brand hotels.
music selected by the Hong Kong–raised owner of a restaurant led by a
Uruguayan-born chef who trained on four continents. Indeed, this must be an
evening in Toronto.