Last night a few of us gathered for a little work celebration dinner at Jacobs. I wasn’t going to say no to that.

We had cocktails and oysters and jumbo shrimp and beer tartare and caesar salads to start. We had the UN assembly of steaks for our mains (Wagyu from Japan, non-Wagyu from the US, Argentina, and Canada, all in descending order of deliciousness) along with mushrooms and spinach and duck fat fries and multiple bottles of Ridge and a Bordeaux I didn’t catch the name of (because I didn’t order it). We had 1986 Don PX to drink, except we all shared a glass of the 1929 just to taste the difference, and my god the difference.

I don’t care what anyone says. Best steakhouse in Toronto.