I last ate at Brassaii only so that a thief could absquatulate with my dear bicycle. I returned this time more fortified in mind but mostly with a larger lock. Notwithstanding the unruly part of town, it is a comfortable enclave on King Street West. It aptly held the Monitor “Dean’s List Reception,” a.k.a. ‘recruiting event’. Indeed, this restaurant screams ‘Monitor’. The plaid-shirted representatives fit in so perfectly. I stayed behind after the session for dinner with non-Queen’s friends. The food is a confusing one-size-fit-all approach, a shotgun that doesn’t really hit the nouveau-riche French image it contends for. My pasta sat under parmesan, so gratuitously plopped on and concentrated in the centre. And the toppings, however unremarkable they were, came so infrequently that the whole dish tasted of monotony. For all the risks my poor bicycle was subject to, the reward just isn’t there.