This summer, I finally made the move back to Toronto after giving Stratford, Ont., – the well-known rural home of Shakespeare, swine and swans – the five-year college try.
In January, I was visiting my brother Eric in the heart of West Harlem where he now lives when the steak craving struck.
Only one year apart in age, my bro and I have similar taste in food. In a nutshell, we both like to eat. And on this particular day, a hunk of red meat was the mutually desired dish du jour.