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City Lays the Hurt on Restaurateurs
"I did it in the end, but at what cost?" asks Judit Hellebrandt, after describing the ordeal she went through opening her restaurant, Amuse Bistro, on a side street just off Queen in the Beach. "Thinking it over, I would never do it again."
It's a revelation a lot of restaurateurs would probably share, but there's something about the story Judit tells that seems notably arduous, even Kafkaesque, from the moment in late 2004 when she signed the lease on the lovely gabled house with its half-moon windows just a short stroll up from Kew Beach. Nearly a half million dollars later, she's still struggling to build a clientele in the affluent but cuisine-challenged neighbourhood, and is desperate to share her experience, if only as a cautionary tale for other, hopeful, restaurateurs.
Originally built with a porch wrapping around two sides of the building, one facing a wider, dirt-paved Queen East, it was the home of the Nugents, a prosperous and prominent Beaches family whose patriarch, William, built the house to satisfy his wife's desire to live in a rural setting. One son died of gas poisoning in the First World War, another died in a plane crash training pilots in the Second. A daughter, Irene, was responsible for adding a commercial addition to the Queen Street side of the house, later a Beaches landmark when it did business as the Eliza Doolittle florist shop.
Post-war, the family home became a rooming house, with a series of grandchildren living there to collect rent - Judit recalls Virginia Nugent's visit to Amuse, as she sat at a table in the bay window by the front door and recalled how it used to be her bedroom, where she cooked on a hot plate. Decades of roomers, however, meant that by the time Judit took possession, there was almost nothing left of the original home except a newel post and finial at the bottom of the stairs.
"I think this building has a lot to say," Judit tells me, before launching into the horror story of a years-long renovations and rezoning battle. After gutting the house on the recommendation of her landlord - a builder - and architect, she discovered a Beach by-law prohibiting new restaurants in spaces exceeding 165 square metres, one among many similar by-laws that have come into effect all over the city. Assuming the building's 1987 heritage designation afforded an exemption - "The city is not trying to encourage chopping up heritage buildings just so we can comply with zoning requirements," Judit says - she was about to present an appeal to the Ontario Municipal Board when a call came from an urban planner (and Beach resident) from city hall.
"She called our architect and said if you go the OMB I'm gonna go to the meeting and shut you down. I'll bring all my lawyers, and we have more lawyers and more money than you ever would, and we will crush you. Her words - crush you."
She withdrew the appeal, and for a year paid rent on an empty space while trying to figure out how to satisfy the city. Months of research led to a loophole that saw her obliged to excavate out the basement in order to put in washrooms and storage - usage that, while it added to the physical square footage of the restaurant, was actually subtracted from the technical size of the space in the city's eyes, putting it in accordance with the by-law. Even today she admits that the logic escapes her, but it worked - at a further cost of at least $50,000 and further delays while the city's heritage department suspended excavation, certain that the new basement somehow altered the building's façade.
Add to that a tussle with heritage about the front door - a steel security door from the rooming house days that she planned to replace with a salvaged and period-appropriate one; according to the city, it wasn't the door that mattered, but the act of replacing it. In the end, Judit went far over the original budget of $150,000, but gained hard knowledge in the mysterious ways of the city's commercial bureaucracy - soon to be added to as she begins applying for a patio. "Because it was so sad to watch how much we went over-budget," Judit recalls, "I never added it up."
Archival photos courtesy Nugent family, renovation and interior photos courtesy Amuse Bistro.


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2 posts in two days, both used in the opening paragraph.
Best of luck.
If I see "Kafkaesque" is one more BlogTO post, I'm stopping reading.
Whoops, sorry.
Was there not a review of Amuse Bistro here a while ago? I am curious about the food, but it looks like a nice romantic spot to take my wife, or to treat out-of-town guests. I wish Judit all the best of luck as the restaurant moves forward.
http://www.amusetoronto.com/live/
"She called our architect and said if you go the OMB I'm gonna go to the meeting and shut you down. I'll bring all my lawyers, and we have more lawyers and more money than you ever would, and we will crush you. Her words - crush you.""
good i love our corrupt government officials, no one should ever be treated like that.
And no I won't shut up, Mrs. RJ. I lived in that pathetic place, and I know too many people that also realize what a joke it is.
A story like this airs and you can't see how stupid it is? It's bait for comments. You don't like, then go play in the traffic.
I had numerous highly qualified professionals working with me and advising me throughout the project - which is why Amuse finally opened. However, the urban planning department makes its decision on a case-by-case basis when heritage buildings are concerned. In our case it was the head of the planning department who advised us to go to the OMB where adjustments can be made. But just as Rick mentioned it, before we could appear, we were threatened and withdrew.
To clarify, we were aware of the zoning issues but the architect felt that the heritage status of the building superseded the zoning requirements, which only affect businesses on the east side of Woodbine Avenue - arguably, an arbitrary line of demarcation, enacted by a past councillor.
Regarding our food - yes, we and our guests believe that it is good. Comments such as ..."finally the Beach has a restaurant that it can be proud of." touch us in many ways. The effort, which often seem wasted, feel justified and all worth it.
Ryan, we would love to have you - come and try us out for a first-hand experience.
Suck it Rico.
Thank you for the invite.
Lick it Smolick.
Thank you for your comment - very much appreciated.
Our menu is local and seasonal . We get our lamb, fish, pork and cheese directly from the farmers. The chicken is from Fenwood Farms, we pick those up at the Healthy Butcher.
Chef is Deron Engbers, he did a short bit with Thomas Keller at the French Laundry, which influenced his direction of cooking at the core. It is our ultimate goal at Amuse Bistro to give Deron a continued opportunity to do what he does best - make food.
And again, thank you for your kind words.
Hiring pros doesn't help, any of them will freely tell you that when dealing with the city and the building department especially it's just random. Friends doing a reno found that the previous owner had drywalled over a door that let to stairs to a finished room in what they had thought was an unfinished attic. When the building inspector saw this he refused to finish any more inspections on the whole project since the usable floor space of house was now different and they had to stop work and go back to the city and get new permits for everything, they almost had to go to committee of adjustments but got lucky, the contractor called one day, talked to someone who said they had to get a variance but they were busy that day, could he call back, called back the next day and spoke to someone else who didn't seem to think it was necessary at all.
Other friends who did a project had a long stoppage because two different city inspectors couldn't agree on the correct way to do some structural thing so one would show up, refuse to approve the work and require a change, then the next time a different inspector showed up and ordered them to change it back, lather, rinse and repeat, this went on for weeks.
But congrats to Judit for having the fortitude to attempt to run a successful business in a city like Toronto.
At work Programmers complain about it.
Damn Beaches Marxist NIMBYists.
Sounds like your garden variety twat to me -- is it a surprise they're also a resident of the Beach?
Our story was intended to draw attention to a heritage building, which during its most current reincarnation ran into issues, which were unexpected and unnecessary. The piece, however, also celebrates the fact that in the Beach there is an old building, which still exists and functions as a commercial entity to the delight of the original owners and Beach residents who frequent the spot.
We love the Beach despite the fact that it is a challenging neighborhood to set up shop in. We are thankful to all the guests who tried us out and kept us going with their supportive comments, return business and good word of mouth. We may have chosen a tough nut to crack but the rewards we have been getting are that much more appreciated.
Yes, two Kafkaesques in two days is a bit much. The unofficial moratorium is in place, but to be honest, the adjective suited both stories. Still - a bit redundant.
And yeah, I was an English lit/drama major - dropped out after 3rd year, a quarter century ago. Is there a statute of limitations on this sort of thing?
Rico, after you suck Bill, you can rim my royal West Van-born-and-raised ass.
And, Rico, I've been living in the architectural shadow of Ted Rogers before blogTO existed. Pucker up, neighbour!
The punchline is, for those of you who spent more time in the principal's office then in reading comprehension, that the restaurant succeeded, and as a warning to other would-be entrepreneurs in this hell hole that poses as a city, heritage designation creates as many challenges as it solves.
But, How Now, thanks for the constructive input.....
I just renovated my own 137-year old house, which is on a heritage-designated street. I had to deal with an interfering by-law enforcement officer, the strike, seek my neighbours' support and appear before the Committee of Adjustment for a variance, not to mention dealing with dishonest contractors and other unexpected expenses, such as a new foundation.
None of the struggles I had were unique, new or particularly interesting. Everyone has to navigate City by-laws. What is that nugget of insight in this story which readers could take away, either as a morsel of chewy trivia or as a satisfying amuse bouche of sustenance?
Guess what? It's trick question. There isn't one.