MoRoCo

I discovered Moroco last year when, after dinner with friends, someone suggested to grab dessert somewhere close by. At the time it was summer and Moroco had a lavish, princessy type patio setting surrounded by a white fence, throne like chairs, candles, and lots and lots of purple. To top it off, Moroco is a chocolatier, so they have a lot of chocolate. Moroco, in my opinion, has managed to create the perfect woo-ing atmosphere: the decor and chocolate alone was enough to make any girl feel woozy in the head with love, all the guy has to do is to be a gentleman.

Moroco is in Yorkville, one of the most interesting parts of Toronto (if you have enough money that is). It's a bit hidden and easy to miss, which adds all the more to its woo-ing qualities. It's like a purple, chocolate oasis in a concrete jungle, what girl wouldn't be intrigued by that?

This is the outside of Moroco in the inside of the building. Since it's winter, there unfortunately was no patio.

The inside was a bit dark because they had drapes hanging around, which created an interesting atmosphere. Maybe they're aiming for a vampire-esque gothic setting with all the dim lighting, chandeliers, and lamps around the place. Or maybe they just wanted the place to look like someone's living room.

And look, a purple, studded couch!

Johnny said having a picture of just a couch was weird, so I jumped in the shot. This looks just like a reading nook you'd have in your living room.

Close up of the bling on the couch:

The purple menu.

They have a drink menu with wine, beer, and champagne. They also have an entire afternoon tea section for those who want to test out their manners and drink with pinkies up. This is their cafe menu, which we eventually ordered from because I just wanted a truffle and macaron.

Their entree selection:

With all the chocolate lying around, I was almost surprised they didn't have anything outstanding like chocolate drizzled chicken, dark chocolate roasted lamb, and penne with seasonal salad covered in white chocolate dressing. Then again, that'd be gross. Overall, nothing too outstanding about their menu though.

Cappuccino and latte with a macaron, which was interesting to bite into because I didn't expect it to be a bit chewy.

Americano with espresso with the truffle which melted against the cup. And no, that's not a cup of chocolate chips to sweeten the coffee with, it's unrefined brown sugar lumps (chocolate would have been awesome).

Omelette du Jour, a mix of cheese, chicken, and egg - a very heavy combination.

Johnny said yes when the waitress asked him if he wanted pepper, so she went at it with the pepper grind. It wasn't until his salad and egg were covered in pepper did he tell her to stop. At least the pepper didn't ruin the meal for him (maybe it was the ketchup he later added that saved the meal).

And finally, the humongous Artison Bison Burger with one pickle missing because I ate it before remembering to take a picture, with a side of scalloped potatoes.