Branzino, orata, sardines, red mullet, octopus, prawns.
Branzino is running well. Sardines arrived Tuesday.
A Greek restaurant in Toronto can pretend the Aegean is closer than it is. Helia does not. Instead, we built a small set of relationships with people who fish, press oil, and make cheese. The menu follows those relationships. It changes when they say it changes.
Our fish comes from two Atlantic boats off the Maritimes and a small operation in the Aegean that ships twice a week. The order is set by phone, after the catch is in. If the call says no octopus today, octopus comes off the menu today.
A living calendar, kept by the kitchen team and updated weekly. Ask your server. They know.
Branzino is running well. Sardines arrived Tuesday.
Anchovies were the run of the spring. We pickled what we could not eat.
Sole season builds slowly. Monkfish if the Atlantic boats find them.
The kitchen handles every fish whole. Scaled, gutted, salt-rubbed, and cooked over coals or under flame. Filleted at the table, dressed with lemon and oregano, finished with our oil. The work is in the sourcing. The kitchen tries hard not to get in the way.
Helia's oil is pressed by a single family in the Peloponnese, on a hillside their grandfather planted. The oil arrives in Toronto in March and October, peppered, alive, and unfiltered. We use it on everything. We keep the empty tins.
Bottle service is available. Ask if you want to take a half-litre home for the week.