ar from a shithouse, Brix provides a romantic ambiance in a wine bar (because nothing says romance/coitus like booze) setting, with a loft-ish, semi-eponymous exposed brick interior and perhaps the best patio/courtyard in the city. Located in a heritage building, the menu has a corresponding old-school vibe, though heavily seasoned by innovation. Try the Quebec Wentzel Duck or the Togarashi Grilled Veal Chop. A perpetual "best of" favourite Brix, thankfully and iconoclastically, lacks acclaim-induced bravado. Lay that. - S.T.