Two windows are pretty much all that’s left standing at Bishop’s Block, which was one of the oldest buildings in Toronto. It would seem that the façade is being kept for the new Shangri-la bourge hut, but the way the workers have been wrecking old bricks, it would be a surprise if much of the outer wall can be rebuilt.
Toronto’s ice melter
Icebeard
So how did I know that spring was on its way today? We’ve still got huge piles of snow, it’s pretty chilly, and there are few birds and no green things. I knew ‘cos Roll Up The Rim To Win started today. And I won a coffee with my first one. Sweet.
Don’t think I need one of these, though.
The craving for second-rate chicken came over me. So I’m sat here in the chalet next to two couples who are having a conversation from two decades ago: how they drive out their way for Burger King, how the auto industry’s dying (but still a good place for a pension), bemoaning the lack of the Gardner extension, why recycling doesn’t work … and how John Tory’s a really nice guy who just can’t catch a break.
Just another Sunday night in Scarborough.
The last couple of times we’ve been to the supermarket, we’ve noticed someone has thrown a pack of pork products into the halal section chiller. C’mon people; that kind of behaviour comes free with stupid. Just ‘cos you’ve got bacon breath doesn’t mean you have to force it on everyone else.
(who managed to make my train 11 minutes late, then had it overrun the platform:)
1.) Rent a brewery.
2.) Tell people.
I’m sure, though, that you couldn’t even follow these simple instructions for arranging a piss-up in a brewery.
The 9th annual Banjo special was its excellent self last night. Messrs Taheny (x2), Quinn, Coole and Naiman – aided by a cast quite literally numbering more than three – were on fine form.
Got to meet a few BanjoHangout folks too – including Hugh (the maker of my banjo) and Loren, for whom Hugh had made “The Banjo of Death“. Loren’s got this thing about skulls, and this banjo has them aplenty.
The Carolina Chocolate Drops rocked Hugh’s Room last night. They’re just your average banjo-playing, jug-blowing, fiddling, throat singing, kazoo-playing, charlstoning, Highland mouth-music’ing, bones-rapping, reso-guitar-picking, beatboxing trio …
What’s it with good east end chippies? St Andrews (Ellesmere and McCowan) closes at 8pm, and Duckworth’s at 7:30.
Interview: Ken Reaume | Wavelength Music Series + Zine
January 20th 11pm – 18th, 2008Ken Reaume– at Sneaky Dee’s (431 College St, Toronto)
“Four Horses” CD release
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With fresh memories of Arthur Bryant’s, I tried Phil’s Original BBQ (838 College, at Ossington). It does a very creditable BBQ brisket, and the got sauce has the right mix of vinegar and burn. Not so sure about the sweet sauce, which has enough sugar and cinnamon to make french toast happy.
There’s blues on the sound system, and the service is quick and friendly. The bread’s maybe a bit too good – hey, if Wonderbread works for Bryant’s – but maybe it’s the closest you’ll get to KC BBQ without driving 1600 klicks.
oh no, there’s a Tim’s opened right kittycorner to my office.
A new Tim Hortons across the road from my office isn’t going to help a carefully-controlled diet. This is just as well, as I don’t have one.
Walk Score rates our neighbourhood at 32%, which isn’t very good. There are some errors in its analysis — we have a library kittycorner on the main intersection, and not 12km away, as Walk Score claims.
But yeah, there are problems. Our nearest bookstore? Cupid’s Boutique, where I’m sure they sell many illustrated periodicals for the discerning gentleman …
