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Southern Accent - Toronto

Rajin Cajun…

Ever since I had my first taste of Cajun food, I have been in love. There’s nothing worse than bad Cajun food though, like Campbell’s Chicken Gumbo. It is like packaged bile. The combination of spices and sauces really need the touch of a chef - I like to go out to restaurants for stuff I couldn’t possibly make at home, and that food definitely fits into that category.

About 8 years ago I used to live in what is supposed to be the most exciting city in Canada, Toronto. While the only thing that excites me now about Toronto is the possibility of beating up fuckheads from there in a wet dream which doesn’t involve me getting arrested, they do have the best goddamn restaurants. A restaurant that actually lasts 8 years or more in Toronto has to have something going for it, and Southern Accent is one of those places.

You walk in to this place and are seated by nervous but good-humoured wait staff, and they bring you garlic hummus and bread as a free appetizer. Not that you need more food, but its a good starter and awesome homemade hummus.

What I remembered most about the meal that I had there 8 years ago was the Hush Puppies and Old Jack. That’s not shoes and an 80 year old shrivelled penis, but yummy corn fritters and some of the best fucking beer on earth. Well, they no longer serve Old Jack, but the hush puppies were still rocking.

Along with the hush puppies came some of the best chicken wings that I’ve ever had - these ain’t your basic pub wings baby. They are hot, but just the right amount of hot that pounds the shit out of your mouth and then just kind of caresses it lightly after - whoa, kind of like some porn I just downloaded the other day, but that’s another story.

We also got the gumbo, which is an awesome pastiche of seafood, chicken, rice, and nummy spices that go down like a smooth soup that eats like a meal. The texture is only half of it though, because when you are eating real gumbo and not the Campbell’s shite, the flavour is indescribably good.

For the main course we got shrimp done in an amber ragout, with a little bed of rice. While this didn’t strike me as a main course but more as an appetizer, the yummy vegetables they served on the side made up for the portion size dissapointment. Besides, with all of the appetizers we ordered, it was all we needed anyway.

To finish off we had a creme brulée that tasted like cum would taste if cum actually tasted could. A wonderful caramelized top with an obviously homemade custard underneath mixed well with the fresh starfruit, kiwi, and strawberries that were served with it.

Every bite of food at this place was an explosion in my mouth. The atmosphere was fab too, little candles and a psychic reader for those who don’t read tarot cards (I do so a reading for me would be slightly futile - I don’t really need someone to tell me how fucked up I am, I know it innately anyway).

Southern Accent is a great place if you want to treat yourself to a slice of Toronto that doesn’t suck, before you hit the clubs to dance it all off. Those with a vegetarian bent will also find a menu that is friendly to their needs. The staff was very attentive and friendly, with none of the “fuck you” attitude characteristic of a lot of Toronto waiters.

If you are a Cajun fan, or even if you aren’t and want to be initiated into the cult, check it out. The worst thing that you can lose is money, and you know that you’ll do that somewhere else anyway.

Posted: March 22nd, 2008 under Restaurant Reviews.
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