Scenes from a Carbicide

Had a little impromptu date night with my favorite rock chick Mel last night. With a couple of bottles of rosé in hand we hit up Mozza in the Gay Village.

 Zara blazer,scarf,top, Gap pants, Marc by Marc jacobs earrings, F21 cuff, Rebecca Minkoff bag

Foxy Mel and her foxy foxtail

When your bestie describes the cuisine as "porn food" you're walking in with high expectations. Bonus awesomeness points right off the bat for being a BYOW, having a disco party bathroom and the adorable waiter asking if we'd like our dishes with extra love. Aaaawwww.... Everything on the menu is offered as a table d'hôte so you better believe you're rolling out of there at the end of the night. It was actually my second time at Mozza, the first time around a certain dish caught my eye but I ended up going in another direction. This time, however, I was tackling the linguine with oka and dark chocolate. Also joining the chocolatey cheese party were jumbo shrimps, cherry tomatoes, walnuts and brandy.

The result: evil genius.

Edible evil genius.

Mel and her linguine with green apple and brie share a moment...

Four courses, two bottles of wine and nearly four hours of increasingly incoherent babbling later we eventually stumbled out of there, too full to breathe and too happy to care...

I finally managed to snap some decent pics of a lovely installation I've been walking by forever. Essentially the last line of the Village Manifesto, it loosely translates as "There will be a place for each of the liberties you want to allow yourself."

Restaurant Mozza Pâtes & Passions

1326, rue Ste-Catherine est