Three nights now, I dream of Spadina Garden's chili chicken.
It made your brain sing.
Your eyes would water in happiness.
The restaurant is long gone.
The lease was up.
Their web page says they haven't relocated.
I could always spell Szechuan until just now.
It's been that long.
So many media, music and news folk held The Garden dear as a secret lunch spot.
I'd attempt to make the stuff ... but it looks crazy complicated.
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