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The Wyck Recommendation: Loga’s Corner (New Location)
Rating: 4.3/5
The Chili Didn’t Care That Julia Was White. Zee Just Wanted Momos.
Intro Scene
It started, as it often does, with Zee demanding momos. We were sweaty from frisbee at Trinity Bellwoods and barely upright, but she made the call. Uber. Now. No discussion. Loga’s Corner was closing in five minutes and she was already halfway into dumpling withdrawal. Julia and I didn’t stand a chance. So we raced there in a backseat blur, Julia clutching her tote like a seatbelt, and arrived just in time to be saved by the kindness of Parkdale hospitality.
What Was Ordered
Chicken fried momos
Beef steamed momos
Lamb steamed momos
Copious amounts of That Sauce
Side of pickled daikon because chaos needs contrast
The fried chicken momos hit the nostalgia nerve. The lamb was juicy. The beef, a classic. But the real legend here is the sauce duo. One chili crisp bomb. One mellow yellow house blend. One is danger. One is deceit. Julia, bless her, went full colonizer with the chili sauce, dipped like it was ranch, and paid the price. She had to walk it off. Stumbling down Queen Street like a woman who had seen the edge. The only place open was Pizza Pizza. She ate in silence. It was bleak.
Service Commentary
Showed up five minutes to close, borderline feral, and they still welcomed us. No eye rolls. No attitude. Just smiles and sauce. That kind of grace should be studied.
Vibe Check
Low key mayhem. Guy in pajama pants housing twelve momos. Couple on a date. One person talking to a statue. And yet it works. The vibe is chaotic good.
The Space Itself
Fluorescent lights. Red plastic tables. Plates wrapped in foil. Feels like a cafeteria inside a Buddhist youth centre. Nothing fancy. Just steam, hunger, and sauce on standby.
About the Neighborhood
This is Queen and Lansdowne. Parkdale chaos at its finest. Good luck parking. Do not try. Just Uber like Zee and abandon logic. What makes this even more surreal is the fact that there are two Loga’s Corners on the same block. Literally steps apart. This one is the newer one. The original is just up the street, where I have been going for years. It is still run by Mr. Loga himself, a local legend. Everyone in Parkdale knows him. Kind, welcoming, and oddly iconic. This newer one is probably run by his son, which makes sense. But why open it on the same block as the first? No one knows. It is either strategic genius or a Parkdale fever dream. Either way, the sauce remains holy.
Hits and Misses
✓ Sauce is legendary. Both the chili and the yellow
✓ Chicken fried momos are the nostalgic banger
✓ Late night service was weirdly wholesome
✓ Still affordable despite the hype
✗ Momos can be lukewarm on off days
✗ Steamed ones are hit or miss if you are not a true believer
✗ Parking is a cursed ritual
✗ Julia’s gastrointestinal system may never fully recover
Final Verdict
I have been coming to the original spot since momos were five for twelve. Still think they are a little overhyped. But that sauce makes people do things. Terrible, beautiful things. And when Zee wants momos, you do not argue. You run. Even if it means watching Julia fall.
Perfect For
Uber fueled cravings
Letting your out of town friends meet Parkdale head on