My search of "Toronto" revealed this old gem

, which I reprint with permission from the author:
Days 4-5, Toronto
Toronto is a charming City, a great city. But you know that. It doesn't need my boosting.
Dinner, Lai Wah Heen. This is the fancy hotel Hong Kong style restaurant lauded on CH, in the NYTimes, in Gourmet, etc., as possibly the best Cantonese restaurant in this hemisphere. Dim sum, especially. But since we were eating at 10 pm on a weeknight, no dim sum. Overall, I enjoyed it, but I was a little underwhelmed by what we had. I admit, the subtleties of Cantonese hold less a spell over me than some of the more aggressive cuisines of China.
The smoked meat plate had winners (perfect BBQ pork and great "candied" fish) and losers (the mock goose proved again that tofu can too eagerly take on smoke). Tendon-y beef was somewhere in the middle. I thought I had found the perfect dish for this kind of restaurant in the scrambled eggs with seafood, and it was very good. The chef's skill was apparent in the light, fluffy egg whites and barely-done seafood that firmed up just as the plate hit the table. A raw yolk sat on top, waiting to be incorporated tableside. Very nice, but perhaps too subtle, especially after a tray of smoked meats. Philistine that I am, I remedied this with the house's fine chili oil with dried shrimp. Taiwan noodles finished up. The pasta was perfect, as were the barely blanched vegetables. But there was not much flavor. As a side note, be aware that this Chinese kitchen goes full blast with the MSG.
PS, the place is a fancy hotel restaurant, deco-style and subdued. I have to think that it compares in many relevant ways to our own Shanghai Terrace.
Brunch: Shopsy's Deli, downtown. This was the first decent looking place as we emerged from the subway from our Yorkville hotel. It's your standard "Jewish deli" with a wildly expanded menu. However, I found the chicken soup and the corned beef to be much better than acceptable. Torontonians bemoan the lack of good delis compared to NY and Montreal. But most cities would be happy to have a Shopsy's. Nice humidor, too.
Apres-brunch: St. Lawrence market peameal bacon sandwiches. St. Lawrence is widely lauded as one of the best fresh markets in the world. This, I can agree with. Great permanent stalls, including butchers (mostly Portuguese and Italian), bakers, Chinese stalls, Italian sandwich stands, cheese mongers (lots of superb French ripe cheeses you won't see here), and, especially, fish mongers. I'd give Toronto's market the nod over similar places in, for example, New Orleans, Philly, and Seattle. Weekly markets and wholesale market "districts" are different animals. Chicago deserves a permanent market like this.
Oh, the bacon sandwich (Canadian bacon, like McDonald's but infinitely better) was very good, as was the contraband super-hot dry chorizo in my fridge from one of the Porto-Italo butchers.
Dinner: Chiado. This is the fancy Portuguese restaurant in an old townhouse in the hip "Little Italy" neighborhood (Italian and Portuguese, really, with lots of Canadian "trixies" in recent years). First, let me recommend the neighborhood. College Street is a nice place, with a good mix of restaurants and retail, not really geared toward tourists. Very human scale. Have a coffee and pastry at Riviera, which compares favorably to Prima, above.
Chiado is supposed to be the "best" Portuguese in North America. I don't doubt it. (I went to the recommended "best" portuguese in Rio, which paled in comparison to Chiado, BTW.) An amuse of queijo fresco followed by lightly marinated, grilled sardines. This is the simplicity and respect for fish that I had hoped to enjoy from such a well-regarded Portuguese place. For my main course, I avoided the novo stuff for home cooking -- acorda. This is a casserole of shellfish and stale bread soaked in broth with roasted garlic and a little parsley. Delicious comfort food not unlike the Italian aquacotta. Very Portuguese: simple, austere, honest. But I must admit, the dish was soft, white and subtle like the scrambled eggs at LWH, and I felt the need to besot it, just a little. (I think that all the Thai and Mexican here has blown out my taste buds, maybe.) Luckily, the chef sent out his own malgueta sauce, which tuned my seafood paste into the perfect meal. Great all-Portuguese wine list. Chilled porto for dessert. PS, the fries were among the best I've had -- limp, dense, olive oil and garlic packed sticks, stacked like Lincoln Logs into a cube. Get a side order like we did.
Apres dessert: Gelato and espresso corretto at Sicilian Ice Cream. This little chain really captures the feel of a Southern European bar in a tourist zone. I mean that in a good way. Families with little kids eating ice cream, young Italian and Portuguese guys watching soccer and drinking beer, and bewildered Anglo Torontonian twenty-somethings wondering why the Latins keep their kids out so late. Truthfully, the ice cream's not great.