Party till you arugula! Time, too, to paint the town radicchio. Mixed company. Mixed greens.
It was all of that, and more, at one of the hottest parties of the summer in Toronto last weekend: a salad soiree in the heart of Yorkville (complete with DJ, tequila slushies and Beautiful People). Don’t forget the toasted sesame seeds, dahling. Held to mark the opening of long-anticipated Mandy’s — the much-ado Montreal-sprung brand that now counts 11 storefronts — it was a celebration of the grandest locale yet in the bougie salad empire brought by the dynamo Wolfe sisters, Mandy and Rebecca.
And a vinaigrette-whisked symbol of the never-ending itself, which — long before there was a Nespresso or a Versace in the hood — was where burgeoning talents like Margaret Atwood appeared to do readings at the long-gone Bohemian Embassy, and where the nostalgia-misted Riverboat provided a stage to . A spot that was a village unto itself — a Canadian counterpart to Haight-Ashbury! Some greying heads may still remember the sophomore period of Yorkville in the ‘80s and early ‘90s, when Yuppies multiplied and it became ground zero for the Bonfire of the Vanities set. It is a muscle memory that still endures in the neighbourhood today, found in restaurants of the era, like , and many long gone — the so fabulous Prego, say — plus via any number of upscale boutiques — Brunello Cucinelli! Christian Louboutin! — that now mark its streets.
The explosion of condos, here with le.