Cover photo by Trina Brandon, used under Creative Commons license

NeoFood

God, I love this neighbourhood. In the time since getting back from Lisbon, in the few minutes spent not working or unpacking, we’ve consumed a number of top-notch meals at new places:

  • Bonjour Brioche: we’ve been here twice, actually. It’s such a packed brunch place, but so good. And the baked goods? Yeesh.
  • Aft: I’ll always love Triple A, but this place is pretty cool too. We got a platter with brisket and ribs and pulled pork and fries and cole slaw and ate it for a couple more days.
  • BQM: we’d been to the one on Ossington, but BQM seems to have taken over the old Burger Shoppe on Queen East. Not the best burgers — I’m spoiled working so close to Holy Chuck — but pretty solid.
  • Skin+Bones: wow, did I love this place. Excellent wine (good Ontario selection too), delicious food, cool ambiance. I’m going to live here.
  • Ascari Enoteca: I’d heard the wine selection here was stellar, so I was a little disappointed in the bottle we got (which needed another ten years of aging) but that was the only disappointment. This has already become our classic Italian option in the ‘hood.
  • Prohibition: we needed brunch and nothing was open, so this — probably our fourth or fifth choice — was our fallback. We both got the gigantic breakfast burger. It was good, but it was too much, and with the weird bro-y ambiance I’m starting to dislike that place.
  • Mean Bao: daaaaaaaaaaaaamn, this place was tasty. Great little bao variety…pulled pork, curry chicken, pork belly, and jerk chicken, all delicious.
  • Eastbound Brewing Co: a brand new place, eventually planning to serve their own beer but for now serving guest taps, this place was even better than I’d hoped. Our octopus starter was excellent, and my short rib main (and Lindsay’s gnudi) were excellent. As soon as they open their bottle shop, this will become a regular stop.

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Cover photo by Trina Brandon, used under Creative Commons license

Lisbon

Saturday

When your job requires you to spend a few days in Lisbon, you book-end that with a few days for yourself. And you ask your Lindsay to join you. We left on Saturday the 22nd.

After a little Uber hiccup we sailed to, and then through, Pearson. We ordered a bite at the wine bar near our gate (some of which went missing; RIP lox plate) and I had my last sip of Canadian wine — Southbrook Chardonnay — for a while.

We had to book economy class, so we knew it was going to be a cramped 7+ hours. We didn’t know quite the adventure we were in for through. Just before we took off the flight attendants switched someone into the window seat next to us, who’d originally been at the back of the plane. We crammed our legs into the seats and tried to watch movies to pass the time and ignore the German family behind us who kept bashing our seats. I managed to finish Hacksaw Ridge and we were trying to watch Office Christmas Party at the same time when the lady in the window seat had to puke. And puke she did, including in our row a little bit before she got to the washroom. The flight attendants cleaned it up before she came back and took her seat…and then puked again later. It made for a disruptive movie-watching experience, but hey…at least we weren’t puking. Or covered in puke. Still…not the best transatlantic flight I’ve ever had.

Sunday

We landed in Frankfurt pretty early, cleared customs, and then hung out in that shitty airport for three hours waiting for our connection to Lisbon. It was too early to even get a decent currywurst. The less said about FRA, the better.

Our flight to Lisbon was MUCH better — no one sat next to us, so we could spread out a bit, and even got an hour or so of sleep. We arrived a few hours later in sunny, warm Lisbon. I’d arranged for a driver to pick us up, and he drove us to our AirBnB near Belem. We settled in, showered, made a plan for the day, and set out.

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We walked to Enoteca de Belem to have lunch, but they were full up so we made a dinner reservation instead and kept walking. We walked past the Jardim de Belem, past the bustling Pasteis de Belem, past the huge & beautiful Jeronimos monastery, and along the waterfront past the impressive Padrao dos Descobrimentos. We finally stopped and had a drink and lunch at A Margem, in the shade because it was so sunny and warm. (Suck it, Canada.) After a while we walked back, wishing we had cash for the vendors who sell wine and and craft beer by the river.

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We took a short nap, then got ready for dinner. We couldn’t have picked a better place for our first Lisbon meal either: Enoteca de Belem was amazing.

  • Tiger prawn
    • Sparkling wine
  • Grouper w/ clams rice, pato sauce
    • Uh…white?
  • Lamb
    • Red? Yes…red. Pretty sure it was red. (Surely.)
  • Creme brulee + coffee ice cream
    • Late harvest Moscatel
    • Some other dessert wine

That grouper will absolutely end up on my list of best things I ate in 2017. Anyway, we decided we needed more dessert. We were too late to buy any Pasteis de Belem, but got some other custard tarts nearby. We walked home, ate tarts on our little balcony, and looked up at the stars. Not a bad first day in Lisbon.

Monday

We needed a work day, so we got up pretty early and moved on to our second hotel: the Corinthia Lisbon in Campolide. We ordered a little room service, admired the place, and did a bit of work. Eventually we got hungry and went round the corner to a real, legit Lisbon feedbag: A Carvoaria where we ordered way too much food (veal short ribs with chickpeas and french fries, cod with boiled potatoes and boiled egg, aka bacalau, and so on) and a beer (our choices: “Beer, dark beer, or imported beer.”) before crawling back to the hotel and attempting more work. At least we were working outside where it was beautiful.

We decided to have dinner in Chiado, so we caught an Uber — which are incredibly cheap in Lisbon, by the way — to Sommelier Lisbon. It started out a little weird, with a slightly awkward server, but it picked up as the evening went on and a second host took over and taught us a lot about Portuguese wine. Besides, any place with a wall of 9 Enomatic machines has to be pretty good, right? I’ve captured our meal below; regrettably I didn’t capture our wines exactly, and their menu isn’t online to jog my memory.

  • Bread w/ served with carbonara, red peppers and olive oil mousses
  • Beetroot cream soup w/ orange and a coconut yogurt iceberg
    • Sparkling
  • Croquettes w/ slow-cooked oxtail and veal
    • Pinot Noir from Douro
  • Octopus tentacles w/ olive oil and garlic, garnished with brussel cabbage, baby carrots, pea sauce
  • New York Steak aged 23 days
    • Quinta Red Blend
  • Papo De Anjo w/ Moscatel reduction, goat cheese ice cream, and caramelized peanuts
    • Late harvest Moscatel

Another cheap Uber back to the hotel and we were more than done for the night.

Tuesday

Big time sleep-in. Big time room service breakfast order. Big time work catch-up following. Once again we worked at the hotel until mid-afternoon or so. Our plan was to Uber back to Belem, to see the Museu Arte Arquitetura Tecnologia we’d not had time to see our first time in Belem. First, though, we got some pizza and sushi (!) with a view at Este/Oeste in the lovely Centro Cultural de Belém.

We walked back toward the MAAT along the main Belem drag, past the hordes at Pasteis de Belem, and finally arrived at MAAT — which was closed. It was a national holiday (Dia da Liberdade) but we’d thought the MAAT would remain open. We did sit and enjoy the view from the riverbank outside, and climbed on the roof for lovely views of the city, but left a little sad. This had been the one museum we’d both really wanted to see.

Sightly dejected, we got a taxi to Cerveteca, the oldest and highest-rated beer place in Lisbon. It was this amazing little room with a solid 12-beer draft selection, and a huge number of cans and bottles for sale, both drink-in or take-away. Apart from a really weird single mixer thing happening all around us, we had an amazing time. We had a tasting flight and three shared bottles, buying three more to enjoy over the rest of the week:

  • Flight
    1. Sahtipaja “Ich bin ein Berliner Passionista” Berliner w/ passion fruit
    2. Bax Kon Minder American Pale Ale
    3. Barona + Aroeira “Vila Morena” India Brown Ale
    4. Bersalis “Sourblend” sour ale
    5. Kompaan 39 “Bloedbroeder” smoked imperial stout
  • Moriau Oude Gueuze Vieille
  • To 0l Sur Yule sour
  • Oud Beersel Oude Gueuze

 

 

 

 

After that we needed some serious food, and a quick app-look suggested a walk uphill to A Cevicheria. There’s almost always a line; we only had a ten minute wait, during which we were served an enormous gin + tonic from the takeout window and chatted with another couple from Toronto. Soon we were seated at the bar, ordering the tasting menu. I only remember bits and pieces of what we ate, but I do remember that it was GODDAMNED OUTSTANDING.

Wednesday

I spent my Wednesday at the conference; Lindsay spent hers working. We met back at MAAT after, since my conference was nearby. Once again, luck was against us: it was open, but only one exhibit was on. Still, it was a good one: Utopia/Dystopia. After that we took a LONG walk to dinner, but that length paid off in a few ways: first, we finally walked past Pasteis de Belem when there was no crowd, so we were able to experience them fresh and warm and holy shit are they ever amazing when they’re fresh and warm; second, we walked past the beautiful Torre de Belem and Monumento Combatentes Ultramar.

Just past that was Darwin’s Café, a slightly odd and slightly stuffy (at first, anyway) restaurant. We ate SO much though: grouper wrapped in puff pastry with coriander, dried tomato pesto and salad; veal carpaccio with rocket and parmesan; black spaghetti with stewed squid, bacon, mushrooms and parsley; and Portuguese garlic sausage risotto with fried egg. There was no room for dessert. Just an Uber home.

Thursday

Day two at the conference for me, and more work for Lindsay. Once the conference wrapped and I got back to the hotel we grabbed our bags and took off to our third and final hotel of the trip, the Santiago de Alfama in the oldest part of town. What a stunning little hotel: a beautiful room, cute little courtyards and a rooftop terrace with a beautiful view, even a glass floor looking down at old Roman stairs discovered during construction.

 

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We thought we’d look around a little before dinner, and walked toward the Castelo de Sao Jorge. Along the way we stopped in at Winebar do Castelo and, well…we never made it to the Castle. This place was great: a handful of tables in a triangular room, with an extremely helpful owner who used samples to narrow in on what we liked and what we didn’t, and fed us glasses from there. We had a couple each, and left for dinner, promising to return the next day.

Dinner was at Restaurante Bastardo, a recommendation from Lindsay’s friend. It took a while to find, and then it took the service a while to find itself, but the food was good. We shared the “street food” (bao, pork confit, radish spaghetti, yogurt sauce) and ceviche (shrimp, octopus, coconut milk, corn cream). Lindsay got the catch of the day (which was a river fish I can’t remember) with clam risotto and coriander sauce; I had the “Mr. Piggy 2.0” (slow-cooked pork cheek, parsnip, garden cress, Port). We split the crumble (almond quindim, apple, strawberry, crème anglaise) for dessert.

Friday

Our last full day in Lisbon. It felt like we’d been there for a month, and also like we’d just arrived. We started slow: breakfast in the hotel, working in the room for a while, and drinking a bottle of sour ale in the hotel’s courtyard during a break.

Finally we went out to see the city a bit more. We were hungry, so we headed out for lunch. All the places marked on my map were closed, though, so we ended up at a place called Maria Catita. It was definitely touristy, but still worked out pretty well: our shrimp starter was tasty, and then we shared this enormous seafood feast cooked in a copper pot called a cataplana. We split an order for one person; it ended up being too big for us to even finish. Our server gave us some ginja and sent us on our way.

We walked to the Praça do Comércio, hid in the shade for a bit, got some gelato, and then hired a tuk-tuk to take us up the hill(s) to the castle. There, or more accurately at the shops just below, we bought a few things to bring home, and then returned to the Winebar do Castelo. We intended to bring wine home with us, and thought it better to buy it from a place where we could taste everything first. We spent a long time working through tasting flights; even knowing what wine we’d like the day before he still brought us nine samples, of which we decided to buy five. He thanked us with a glass (okay, two glasses) of Taylor Fladgate 40 year old port. My god. What a beauty.

We continued the pre-dinner drinking on the hotel’s rooftop terrace, finishing off one of the bottles we’d brought from Cerveteca, before getting ready for dinner at Tágide. God, what a lovely restaurant, what excellent service, what a beautiful view, and what a final meal in Lisbon:

  • Amuse Bouche (veal terrine)
  • Couvert (bread, butter, extra virgin olive oil, salmon and dill paste)
  • Foie-gras terrine with chocolate, rhubarb textures and honey sand
  • Quail lollipop, papaya and furikake
    • 2003 sparkling rose
  • Veal sirloin matured for 40 days, potato and morel (Lindsay)
  • Duck Magret, carrot and more carrot (Dan)
    • Douro old vines red blend
  • Chocolate trio, caramel and pear

I really wish I could remember the wines we had, or would stop trusting restaurant websites to carry them. They were both spectacular. Anyway, back at the hotel we finished off the night back on the rooftop terrace, drinking the final Cerveteca beer.

Saturday

Somehow I mis-set the alarms (both of them) so nothing woke us up. Luckily I woke up around 7:15, and we scrambled to get ready. I checked out; Lindsay grabbed croissants and a turnover from the restaurant. We met our driver who dropped up at the airport. Not long after we were checked in and on our way home. A stop in London, a much-needed visit to the Park Plaza lounge at Heathrow, and then the long flight home. No puking this time, mercifully. We watched Miss Sloane, I watched Silence while Lindsay worked, and then we watched the brilliant first scene of Inglourious Basterds as we landed in Toronto. Customs, luggage, taxi, yada yada, and we were home. The wine, thankfully, made the trip unscathed.

All in all, it was an incredible trip. Honestly, I didn’t have terribly high hopes for Lisbon, but it was amazing. I’d place it in my five favourite international cities.

Boa noite Lisboa. Nos veremos novamente.

Cover photo from Goodhood

Shake By The Riverside

Welp, I’m exhausted.

Wednesday was the big move. Between the movers showing up late and the new building being a slight pain to move into, things ran long and I had to help a lot more than I should have for that cost, but whatever. All my stuff arrived, more or less intact. The problem is that it’s still sitting on my floor.

See, Lindsay arrived that night so I didn’t have much chance to do much, just unpack the essentials (fresh sheets for bed; Champagne; chargers), eat some Korean fried chicken from Kaboom, and pick her up at the train station.

Thursday I worked a full day and then met brother #1 for tacos at La Carnita before showing him the new digs.

Friday we worked from home as a Bell tech was coming by and I had some condo/lawyer related errands to run. We had coffee and pastries at Boxcar Social, then after the Bell guy left we took a break from work to grab a killer lunch at White Lily Diner. I had the pastrami sandwich; Lindsay had the smoked fish (tuna, trout) platter, and both were fantastic. My friend Jeff even strolled in as we were finishing up. Great meal. We hit Sugarloaf bakery on the way home for coffee and some delicious-ass treats.

After we finished work for the day we shut everything down and went our for a nice quiet dinner: first a glass of wine at the new all-Ontario wine bar, Chez Nous (me: Cab Franc; she: Meritage, both from Ravine) before trying out Peasant Table. I’d been here before, but only for brunch. The food was a mix of hits and misses, but the decor and feel of the place was just…weird. Given all the other great local options I’m not sure we’ll his this one again for dinner, but brunch is probably worth another try.

Today we were up early, so I grabbed coffee and breakfast from Dark Horse before we packed. We filled up big time at L’il Baci before grabbing more coffee from Sugarloaf to get us over the hump and into a cab. Now we’re off to Lisbon — more on that soon.

By the way, the title is from this song which has been stuck in my head since Thursday:

 

Cover photo by Paul Downey, used under Creative Commons license

Leaving St. Lawrence Market

Almost ten years to the day after moving into this condo building, I’m moving out. I have a new place a few minutes east of here, in a cool new neighbourhood. I’m (almost) all packed and ready to go.

I’ve lived in two different units in this building, but I was one of the original occupants and this place definitely feels like home. Ten years is far longer than I’ve spent in any other building, apart from the family farm as a child.

But it’s time. Time for a different (smaller!) place, time to explore a new neighbourhood, and most of all: time for a change. Like our grandfather always said, a change is as good as a rest…and believe me, I could use the rest. It’s been a pretty ridiculous and stressful April.

In between packing and work and whatever else, I’ve been saying goodbye to my favourite things about the neighbourhood. The parks, the weird little alleys. The market, obviously, though I’ll be back in upcoming weekends. Fahrenheit, where I learned to love coffee. Triple A, still my favourite bbq in the city — thankfully, there’s another one near my new place. C’est What, one of my original craft beer experiences and source of so much comfort food. Batch, which took over a seemingly-cursed location but looks healthy. XO Bisous, my every-morning stop and home to the best pastries and nicest ladies ever.

Now, I’ll move to a neighbourhood with its own excellent restaurants and brewpubs and cafes and stuff. I can’t wait. I loved St. Lawrence Market, but I think I’ve done all it has to offer. It’s time for some change. It’s time for a new home.

I sure will miss this view though:

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Cover photo by Paul Downey, used under Creative Commons license

Cover photo by Tom Arthur, used under Creative Commons license

Well, NOW I fear the deer

One of these days the Raptors will win a game one, and I’ll be there (maybe) to see it.

Today was not that day.

I did get to go to the game — a colleague had an extra ticket, which I happily bought — but the Raps didn’t win. Not even close.

In fact the Raps got blown out by the Milwaukee Bucks tonight. The fourth quarter was a serious letdown, but before that the stats were mostly even, apart from shooting percentage from 3-point land. There, the Bucks were twice as effective, which made all the difference until garbage time.

Game 2, Raps. Let’s go.

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Cover photo by Tom Arthur, used under Creative Commons license

Daisho

Last night a bunch of colleagues and I were taken out for dinner, and I finally got to try one of the Momofuku restaurants: Daisho. We pre-ordered the pork. I repeat: we pre-ordered the pork.

I mean, technically speaking, we pre-ordered the Bo Ssäm: a whole slow cooked pork butt (cured overnight, then slow roasted for 6-8 hours with a brown sugar and kosher salt rub), a dozen oysters, white rice, bibb lettuce for wraps, topped with Ssäm Sauce (Korean bbq sauce), kimchi, pureed kimchi, and ginger scallion sauce.

Before and with that, there was a whole slew of starters and sides:

  • char tartare w/ orange, jalapeno, spicy hozon mayo
  • buttermilk biscuits w/ garlic butter, chili honey
  • chicken steamed bao buns w/ ssäm sauce, pickled carrots, scallions
  • cured niagara ham w/ red eye mayo, sourdough
  • grilled wedge salad w/ olive tapenade, halloumi, dill
  • duck wontons w/ shrimp, chinese celery, sesame
  • roasted rice cakes w/ spicy pork sausage, chinese broccoli, tofu
  • roasted trout w/ prosciutto, jerusalem artichoke, bc shrimp
  • brussels sprouts w/ fish sauce, puffed rice, mint
  • potatoes w/ togarashi, kewpie mayo, spiced ham

We paired all of that with a magnum of Norman Hardie Pinot Noir, Mathieu Barret Petit Ours Brun Syrah, and a Loire Cab Franc I can’t recall but which was delicious. Apart from coffee, no one had room for dessert. A few of us took home enough pork and potatoes for a whole other meal. Speaking of which, I’m off to the kitchen.

Dance Song ’97

Pitchfork’s focus on the 20th anniversary of OK Computer a few weeks ago got me thinking: there were a ton of great albums made in 1997.

I came to them late — I’d just moved to Toronto that year and was far from current with this stuff — but once I found them, they took root. These albums pretty heavily in my rotation even today, and would probably all show up on my list of favourite albums of all time.

  • The Dandy Warhols . Come Down
  • Bob Dylan . Time Out Of Mind
  • Mogwai . Young Team
  • Neutral Milk Hotel . In The Aeroplane Over The Sea
  • Sleater-Kinney . Dig Me Out

To say nothing of Spiritualized‘s Ladies And Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space, The RheostaticsDouble Live, or Bardo Pond‘s Lapsed. Man. What a year.

“Meek and obedient you follow the leader.”

When I was in London a few weeks ago the route my taxi took to my hotel traversed a route I’d not taken before in previous visits. This time we drove along the Thames, and across the river lit up at night I could see the Battersea power station. It’s a massive thing, known to me mainly as the image from the cover of Pink Floyd‘s Animals album.

It prompted me to listen to the album on the flight home, and again once or twice since. Even forty years on it’s still a sharp economic criticism — not of communism, as the animal/pig-themed title echoing Orwell would suggest — but of unfettered capitalism. Open Culture covered it yesterday, suggesting that rather than losing something over the years, it’s become even more relevant.

And after a while, you can work on points for style.
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You’ll get the chance to put the knife in.

Cover photo from the Domaine Mugneret-Gibourg site

Until the fall, Montréal

Once more, and probably for the final time this spring, I spent the weekend in Montreal.

Thursday

Work. Flight. Pizza. The usual.

Friday

I spent the morning in our Montreal office after picking up a capp and croissant from the nearby Café Myriade.

 

After that I made a quick stop at Le Creuset, then had a burger at La Belle Et La Boeuf and grabbed a shit-ton of sweets at Cocobun before heading home. Then it was back downtown for a talk, followed by a snowy cab up to Maison Publique where we had a typically excellent meal:

  • tomato, mozzarella, pepperoni
    • with Closson Chase Chardonnay and a cocktail
  • fresh scallop crudo, smoked celery, squid ink + onion sauce
    • with Tawse sparkling Riesling
  • cappellacci pasta with veal
  • herbed roasted bass
    • w/ Sperling Pinot Noir
  • pôt de crème, pear ice cream

It was all good, but the scallop dish was one of the best things I’ve ever eaten.

Saturday

A day of complete relaxation: we slept in, relaxed, laid about, watched Arrested Development, and ate leftover pizza and cocobun treats. Really, we had no plans until dinner at Le Filet. And, holy shit: what a dinner. The food was stellar, and the wine (a bit of a splurge) was transcendent.

  • oysters: 2 plain, 2 jalapeño & maple crisp, 2 baked in miso gratin
  • hamachi w/ sesame, sumac
    • with Francis Boulard brut rose Champagne
  • tataki of Wagyu w/ eggplant, miso
  • maple-glazed smoked duck w/ topinambour, chestnuts, Cremona mostard
  • cavatelli w/ foie gras, veal cheek
    • with Domaine Mugneret-Gibourg Nuits-Saint-Georges 1er Cru Pinot Noir
  • maple syrup square w/ whipped cream, pecans
    • vin Santo
    • cognac

Sunday

Like the last Sunday I spent there, we had brunch in Mile End and grabbed beers after.

Brunch was at Nouveau Palais, a diner reformed into…well, a slightly more fancy diner. The brunch was outstanding though — Lindsay had eggs benny and I had the smoked meat hash with fried eggs. There were some service hiccups because they were so busy, but overall it was very solid indeed. Relatively cheap too.

After that we happened upon SW Welch and bought some used books, bought some coffee at galactic hipster nexus Le Cagibi, and walked to Vice et Versa, which we’d tried and failed to hit on a previous visit. It was terrific: Lindsay had a Bière de Coin d’Rue, I had a Dunham LaPatt robust porter, and we split a bottle of Dunham Oro Zurr (Batch 1 – Mosiac).

 

We left there and made delicious nachos at home before my flight. Au revoir Montreal! See you in…the summer, maybe?

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Cover photo from the Domaine Mugneret-Gibourg site