The Wroxeter - the west-side resto whose name, it seemed, no one could ever pronounce - has crashed on the rocks after being open only since last fall. Despite a mission statement that claimed the joint was "setting a standard of class in an otherwise sketchy stretch of Queen West," the cold gallery-like space and its card designed by owner/chef John Ewaschuk for those with food allergies never found an audience, especially since far funkier locals like Not My Dog and Poor John's were just down the block.
Nomad's wanders off
Two of NOW's favourite idiosyncratic eateries have also closed shop. Nomad's , that low-key pan-African spot out on the fringes of King West condo-land, has folded up its tent and stolen into the night after an eight-year run. And Eazy Eats , the Caribbean cantina set in a fabulous 40s diner at Broadview and Danforth, home of the city's best macaroni 'n' cheese, has also called it quits.
And a final note of passing cultural significance: the rambling two-storey building on Parliament that once housed Pope Joan , Toronto's premier women's party palace back in the 90s, has been demolished, reduced to a pile of broken bricks. Ain't gentrification grand?