Adrak

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Earlier this week I was lucky enough to have dinner with old friends CBGB, here in town for the week. They were even kind enough to book JZ2 too; I hadn’t seen them in 10+ years.

We met for dinner at Adrak, and the consensus was that the food was freaking great. Fantastic cocktails, a familiar favourite Indian wine, and incredible food. We didn’t even order; we kind of just let our host pick everything, and he nailed it.

  • cocktails
  • Papad Ki Tokri (papadams, assorted chutneys & salsa)
  • Rhubarb Seekh Kebab (minced lamb, rhubarb, plum jam)
  • Patrani Macchi (chilean seabass, cilantro, mint & coconut marinade, banana leaf wrap, South Indian fish sauce, mushroom-coconut khichadi)
  • Prawns Tandoori (sesame marinated prawns, sesame, fresh coconut, cheese dip, apple-fennel salad)
  • Murgh Makhani (tandoor roasted boneless chicken, tomato-fenugreek sauce)
  • Andhra Murgh Biryani (aged basmati rice, marinated chicken puff pastry cover, nut salan sauce)
  • Khatte Meethe Baingan (baby aubergine, crispy quinoa, sweet-sour sauce)
  • Mint Laccha Parantha
  • Butter Naan
  • Bottles of Sula Chenin Blanc and Louis Jadot Pinot Noir

Bisteccheria

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On Wednesday, after meeting an old friend for a drink at the Library Bar in the Royal York, I met Dan & Abtin for our annual steak dinner tradition. This time we tried Sammarco; Dan’s second time, my and Abtin’s first. An overdue catchup, and a wonderful time as always.

Here’s what we ate & drank:

  • Cocktails
    • Il Capo (Sammarco rye whiskey blend, Turbinado & aromatic bitters) for me
    • Two gin martinis for the boys, despite a few gin inventory (ginventory?) issues
  • Starters
    • olive all’ ascolana: fried Castelvetrano olives, sausage & pecorino
    • pane e burro w/ St. Brigid’s butter & sea salt
    • insalata di cicoria: heirloom radicchio, chioggia beets, walnuts, white balsamic & ricotta salata
      • bottle of Bachelder 2022 Chardonnay, ‘Grimsby Hillside – Red Clay Barn’, Niagara
  • Main
    • 40oz Fiorentina porterhouse steak
    • broccolini w/ gremolata & hazelnuts
    • patate con granchio w/ zabaglione & herbs
      • bottle of 2015 ‘Sensis’ Cava d’Onice Brunello, Osservanza
  • Dessert
    • Profiteroles: vanilla gelato, warm Valrohna chocolate & gold leaf
      • glasses of 2021 late harvest ‘Primae Classis’ Tempos Vega Sicilia Tokaji

The Surrogate

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Another week in Moncton, another new restaurant tried: Osaka Hibachi. It was a group dinner, and a quick one, so I’m not sure I got the full experience, but it was fun & tasty enough. I got back Thursday night, and somehow stumbled through Friday.

Last night we had tickets to see a show at Crow’s, but needed somewhere to eat beforehand. We intended to pop into Avling, but it looked packed, so we doubled back and tried a place that’s been on my list since it opened: Corduroy Lounge. We grabbed one of the few remaining tables and ordered cocktails: whiskey-driven for me, absinthe-driven for Lindsay. Neither of us were starving so we split a wedge salad (which was excellent) and the cod + chips (which was also excellent) with a couple of pints of Guinness. Overall, pretty good vibes in there. Will be going back.

The play — The Surrogate — was on an extremely small, stark stage. The audience surrounded the cast, who were often a foot or two away. Between their scenes they sat on chairs next to us. Pulsing hospital lights directed our attention up- or down-stage. Technically, it was quite different to anything I’d seen before.

The play itself was good, not great, in both our opinions. It just felt too…overt, too expository (Lindsay’s word, which I felt was better than how I’d been trying to say it), too ham-handed. I get that when you’re dealing with that many contentious issues — surrogacy, gay rights, states’ rights, homophobia, religion, politics of health, reproductive rights, etc., etc. — it might feel necessary to plunk the contention and hypocrisy right there on the floor in front of us, to make sure everyone gets it. It just felt like we were being told what was hard about these hard things, rather than shown. That trap, I suppose, is what made it feel good, not great.

Downtown was better than Yorkville, in this case

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Earlier this week I tried Alobar Downtown for the first time, for a work thing. It was certainly much better than my ill-fated visit to their Yorkville outpost last year.

We shared:

  • Torched hamachi w/ asian pear, miso, ginger
  • Nova Scotia lobster & Hokkaido sea scallop w/ tomatillo, coriander, finger lime
  • Fried calamari w/ zucchini, broccolini, lemon
  • 24oz bone-in prime ribeye
  • Broccolini
  • Glasses of wine
    • Domaine Emmanuel Fellot, Chardonnay 2023, Burgundy
    • Netzl, Grüner Veltliner 2023, Austria
    • Bertinga ‘Sassi Chiusi’ Sangiovese blend 2020, Toscana

Ersterbend 

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A week after attending Star Wars parody burlesque followed by a garbage Italian dinner, we reversed course altogether. Last night we had dinner at Richmond Station and went to the symphony.

Dinner was a typical Richmond Station experience: delicious, cozy, great wine list.

  • cocktails: Honeycrisp, Monkey Business
  • Brigid’s Brie w/ plum compôte, honey gastrique, almonds, brown butter croutons, grilled focaccia
  • roasted organic Nantes carrots w/ candied pistachios, coffee-date purée, chicories, mint chutney
  • 2 x duck leg confit w/ duck croquette, gnocchi, parsnip, orange gastrique
    • bottle of Thierry Germain Domaine des Roches Neuves Saumur Champigny

The symphony was Mahler’s Ninth. Lovely, especially the fourth and final movement.

Jabba singing Biggie was a little on the nose

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Overcoming the winter’s forced homesteading, we managed to get out a couple of times this week

First: dinner Tuesday at The Wood Owl (potato rosti, smoked trout dip, yellowfin tuna, mushroom cavatelli, sweet potato, 3-cheese ravioli w/ short rib sugo, and a bottle of Cabernet) with Kirsten.

Second: a bit of a Friday night out. First stop was my first ever visit to Bar Raval. Only time for a quick bite, so we had pan con tomate, jamon croquettas, cocktails (Shelly In Athens, Yellow Parrot) and sherry (Fernando De Castilla Fino En Rama, Hidalgo Faraon Oloroso). We left there and walked to the Royal Theatre to see — and I swear I’m not making this up — a Star Wars burlesque show called The Empire Strips Back. It was actually quite entertaining. I wish I could describe it here, but words aren’t going to nail the image of a naked (kind of) Emperor Palpatine swinging on a Death Star-shaped wrecking ball a la Miley Cyrus. We left there fairly late in the evening, so just took the easy road across the street to Sotto Voce. That was a mistake. It was such a weird combo of loud club and dusty old Italian joint. We had two bad glasses of wine and split a disappointing pasta and then beat a hasty retreat.

The grand tour

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I spent some of this week on a rapid tour of the Atlantic provinces. After flying to New Brunswick Monday, I joined some colleagues on Tuesday and drove to PEI, stopping for lunch at C&B Corner Cafe along the way. After work stuff in both Summerside and Charlottetown, followed by dinner at Ada, we drove back across the bridge, crossed into Nova Scotia, and got a few hours’ sleep at an airport hotel. The next morning we woke up to flight cancellation notifications, but some hurried rebooking later, we three + one more were on our way to Newfoundland. We landed in Gander around 2pm local time, which means we’d touched all four Atlantic provinces in 24 hours. After a brief stop, we were off to St. John’s.

I can’t remember when I last visited Newfoundland, exactly, but I think it was 2003. I would’ve liked to have stayed in St. John’s a bit longer, but we packed a lot in as it was: we made some Thai food at a work event (run by a company cleverly named Yes, Thai!), had an extremely oversized Burt Reynolds shot at Yellowbelly Brewery, had a terrific breakfast at The Bagel Cafe, a good cortado at Toslow, and a bunch more work stuff before heading to the airport.

Our flight from St. John’s back to Halifax was delayed nearly two hours, but I still had lots of time to buy a bottle of NS dessert wine before my connection back to Toronto. I watched Warfare (imdb | letterboxd) on the way.

I spent a lot of Friday trying to figure out why I felt so tired when I got back. Flying and driving (or, passenger-ing, really — someone else did all the actual driving) doesn’t really tire me out, but I guess wall-to-wall socializing with a lot of people I don’t know still does.

Begone, cursed month

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In addition to whatever new shows we’re trying to watch (currently: The Pitt, Abbott Elementary, Mr. In-Between, A Knight Of The Seven Kingdoms, Industry) we always have an older sitcom on the go too. The Office, say, or New Girl, or BoJack Horseman, or Community. Most recently it was Schitt’s Creek, which we wrapped up a few days ago. So, visions of Moira Rose were still fresh in our heads yesterday when we saw the news about Catherine O’Hara.

It was one more kick in the nuts delivered by this January. I can’t even talk about world news. I can barely talk about the weather — two huge snowstorms (well, huge for Toronto) in ten days, the last of which set a single-day record in the city, has felt like a blanket lightly pinning us down. At least we didn’t have to call in the army this time.

Usually my (self-diagnosed) season affective disorder doesn’t kick in until February, but this January has felt interminable. Yesterday I saw someone on Instagram* say that it’s only 49 days until Spring. That gave me some hope — seven weeks feels doable — in a month when I haven’t felt much.

* An app which I am hating more and more by the day.

Scotiabank Snowy Day in Toronto

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First trip to Moncton of 2026 in the books — a short visit this time, with none of the travel drama we experienced in December. Nothing fun in the off-hours though: it was too cold, and I was too busy, to try anything further than a stone’s throw from my hotel or office.

When I left they were setting up for Hockey Day in Canada, which probably would have been a lot more fun than what I experienced when we landed in Toronto: a massive snowstorm. Normally I’d have stayed home all cozy, but I had to drive to work on Thursday morning, when there was already a foot down and another foot coming. It was one of the hairier drives I’ve done. I’ve never before seen cars stuck in snowbanks on a major highway. Anyway, I made it there and back in once piece, so I’ll count myself lucky.

Now: to not leave the house for two days weeks.