At prep school, I had friend named Sara Kutchesfahani, an Iranian girl who was very bright and very funny. Occasionally, I was invited to play at her home, and if I was lucky, I’d be invited for dinner. Her mother, Marzieh was a warm host and a wonderful cook. Put her tahdig in front of me, and I’d happily eat every last grain of rice. This was my introduction to Persian food, and Persian hospitality –– my visits to the Kutchesfahani home. I’ve since known and developed a fondness for many Iranians, but it’s been years since I’ve had a good Iranian meal. I’ve read good things about the restaurants in Toronto. It’s not Marzieh’s kitchen, but no doubt, many are well worth travelling north for.