I've long-heard of the restaurant, La Bruschetta, and on a rainy, pissy Friday in October, I finally went. Located in St. Clair West, the exterior is marked by a light-adorned blue (and ugly) "RESTAURANT L.L.B.O." sign. Inside, its long narrow room is cozy, modest and welcoming.
We are greeted by Silvia, the daughter Benito, who with his wife started the restaurant almost 30 years ago. She is kind with an easy way about her; she makes us feel at home. Silvia still does some of the cooking, but spends most of her time helping out during service.
The servers were friendly, each with a megawatt smile you couldn't help but be charmed by. As our dinner came to a close, we noticed the room had filled. It was abuzz with lively conversation and laughter; what a lovely place to be on a dreary Friday evening.