Strategy?

I’m sure lots of other people are thinking this too, or have maybe said it already on news shows I haven’t watched. I’m writing it down just so I can look back on it in six months and see how right, or wrong, or cynical (or all of the above) I am.

Canadian Finance Minister and deputy PM Chrystia Freeland resigned suddenly yesterday, hours before a fall economic update. She uncharacteristically issued a public distancing of herself from PM Justin Trudeau. This has kicked off a whirlwind of analysis about how Trudeau will handle this crisis.

Here’s the thing: I don’t think it’s a crisis. Or, not a real one, anyway. I think it’s a planned crisis.

Months ago members of the Liberal caucus were asking Trudeau to step down as PM, a Biden-lite if you will. Then, suddenly, that noise seemed to fade. I suspect that Trudeau convinced a few core members of his cabinet to execute a plan. I posit that everyone in the Liberal leadership, including Trudeau, acknowledged he had to resign — he knows full well that national sentiment has largely turned against him. (To wit: you can go to any small town in Canada and see at least one pickup with a “Fuck Trudeau” sign hand-painted in its back window.) The Conservatives have also made attacking and mocking him personally a key plank of their platform, so I think the Liberals have a plan: to sacrifice Trudeau.

I believe the plan was to have Freeland create a mini-crisis (resigning hours before an economic announcement amidst Trump-induced trade panic) and publicly distance herself from Trudeau. If Trudeau steps down in the coming weeks or months, this positions Freeland as a mildly anti-Trudeau liberal when she (presumably) becomes the party leader and runs against PP. In the meantime, this mini-crisis presents the opportunity to move quickly and against convention, and $5 says Mark Carney finds himself parachuted into the Finance Minister role through some byelection or another. I guess they’d need another seat to suddenly open up but where would they get one of those OH WAIT.

So in this imagined scenario spilling from my ill-informed brain, the finance minister becomes someone even fiscal conservatives can get behind, and the Liberal party leader with name recognition and a history of standing up to Trump can campaign against the Conservatives — who have spent years campaigning by essentially calling Trudeau a poopyhead — with a plausible case that she doesn’t like Trudeau either.

Maybe I’m giving the Liberals too much credit for strategy, and the PM too much credit for selflessness. I’m probably wrong. But this is just what immediately popped into my head yesterday when I saw Freeland’s flex.

Twenty, One

Last night we finally made it to Restaurant 20 Victoria, the only downtown Michelin-starred restaurant east of Yonge. It was an outstanding meal: the food which was excellent from start to end, the wine pairings which were consistently intriguing, the service which was timely but never obtrusive, and even the atmosphere which was busy and buzzy but intimate and not too loud.

  • Crab & citrus salad (Yves Dupont Bugey Originelle’ Brut, Savoie, France*)
  • Mackerel on toast & cabbage (António Madeira Branco, Dao, Portugal)
  • Scallop & potato in chicken broth (Plume Savagnin, Jura, France)
  • Sweetbread & currant, with milk bun (Domaine Paul Ginglinger Muscat, Alsace, France)
  • Lamb & squash (Vino Gross Furmint, Gorca, Slovenia)
  • Cheese, lavash & apricot (Tissot Macvin Blanc, Jura, France)
  • Desserts:
    • Almond cake w/ sour cherry (Laurent Cazottes Guines & Guins Wild Cherry Liqueur)
    • Sunchoke & apple ladyfinger-ish (Finca San Blas Vino Dulce)

Every course was excellent, and if you had told me that the wine pairing for lamb would be a dry Slovenian furmint, I never would have believed you, but it worked somehow (probably the clam sauce). If I had to pick favourites, I guess it would be the crab & citrus salad, and the lamb, but there were no weak points.

Another point in their favour: we left feeling full, but not too full. Unlike some other Michelin joints I didn’t need a slice of pizza on the way home, but nor was I in pain. That’s a wonderful balance.

All in all, one of the best meals we’ve had out in quite a while.

Varutharachathu

Just back from a week out east. A few days at the farm (where I got to meet brother #2’s newest dog, Yuki…timid chap), then back to Moncton for the work week. A company party, a few team meals. Three different seasons, seemingly: snowbanks –> rainy & warm –> freezing cold. Only one new restaurant excursion, a newish south Indian place called Darbar which satisfied my chicken 65 and parotta cravings.

Duck, always and forever

Last Monday we returned to old favourite Richmond Station, along with a new-ish friend permutation: Laura from Chez Nous and Ricky + Olivia from…well, Ricky + Olivia. After a quick drink + Cosmo cuddle at Laura’s we walked over to Richmond Station and took our table. As usual, everything was excellent, and as five reasonably adventurous eaters we could cover a lot of ground:

  • Appetizers/shares
    • Cookstown beet salad w/ honeycrisp apple, crossroad farms sheep’s gouda, hazelnut cream
    • Penokean Hills beef tartare w/ garden kimchi, sesame dressing, ssamjang mayo, crispy taro
    • duck liver pâté w/ concord grape, almond crumble, toasted brioche
    • chicken fried oyster mushrooms w/ yuzu gastrique, kosho mayo, furikake
    • crispy polenta fries w/ truffle aioli, parmigiano, chives
    • Brigid’s brie brûlée w/ Ontario plum compôte, lavender, brioche crostini
    • bottle of 2018 16 Mile Cellars “Civility” Chardonnay
  • Mains
    • I had the duo of Muscovy duck w/ cranberry jus, Cookstown sunchokes, pistachio dukkah
    • Others had Station burgers, pumpkin mac & cheese, and organic chicken
    • bottle of 2021 Ponce “La Casilla” Bobal
  • Dessert
    • Absolutely not

Maybe a bit much for a Monday night, but we didn’t mind. It was fun and delicious.

“There’s been a slight misuse of the Substance.”

A few movies I/we’ve watched of late:

Watching The Substance (imdb | rotten tomatoes) in a crowded theatre was a trip. At once a treatise on feminine beauty standards as well as a disgusting body horror, it was a squirmy affair.

Napoleon (imdb | rotten tomatoes) was a bit of spectacle (especially the battle at Austerlitz) but somehow still mostly banal.

Buy Now! (imdb | rotten tomatoes) was a decent anti-consumerist documentary wrapped around a very dumb AI assistant narrative device. Just in time for Black Friday, though.

After roughly a decade of meaning to, I finally watched What We Do In The Shadows (imdb | rotten tomatoes) and it was as good as I’d imagined. It spurred us to start watching the show, which is obviously filmed in Toronto. It also introduced me to an excellent 58-year-old song which I somehow never remember hearing before.

Smoked heart nouveau

I spent most of this week on the road. I was in Ottawa for ~24 hours for a conference, but I also squeezed in coffee at Little Victories on Elgin and a quick dinner at Riviera: my grilled octopus w/ green olive pesto, potato & guanciale was good (but a little oily) while the smoked duck breast & heart w/ cherries, yellow beans & pistachio was fantastic. Monday night I flew to Moncton, with a quick stop at the Ottawa airport Vino Volo.

The weather in Moncton the rest of the week was garbage so I didn’t get much of anywhere, but I did attend a Beaujolais Nouveau charity fundraiser!

Metaphorical cords cut

After many years of thinking about it, and of Bell offering me enough discounts to never quite make it worth it, I have finally cut the cable. Or, rather, the TV service from the fibre optic line that runs into my house; I haven’t had “cable” since I furiously dispatched Rogers fourteen years ago.

I already pay for umpteen streaming services; pretty much the only thing I still watched on live TV was sports, so I signed up for both TSN’s and Sportsnet’s streaming service, and off we went. With the money I’m saving by not paying for those hundred-ish channels I never watched, I could sign up for Apple TV+ and still save money. It’s also less likely that I just turn on the TV absentmindedly and leave on whatever sports was happening at the time, which feels like a good thing.

So: so far, so good.

Bianca

On Friday we went to the Humane Society to ask about a furry diva we saw on their website: Bianca. Bianca had been there since March or so, having gone to some homes but come back. She was currently in a foster home, and they said she had some fear-based aggression behaviour. But because have experience with cranky cats (Kramer was half-feral and had a lot of boundaries) they figured we’d be good adoptive parent candidates.

Today we brought her home, and wow has she been a sweetie. Inside of twenty minutes she came to hang out with us, and was looking for little drive-by pets. She played with her new toys. She jumped on the couch with us a few times, if only briefly. She conked right out on this chair for two hours while we binged S02 of The Diplomat.

So far, she’s a dream. Now, to see how she sleeps.

Georgian Crothers Boss

Over the past week I’ve done some fun stuff. The kind of stuff that reminds me why I like, or liked, Toronto.

Friday

Lindsay, Kirsten, and I finally tried Tiflisi, a Georgian restaurant in the Beach which made Michelin’s Bib Gourmand list the past two years. We had:

  • Assorted phkali (vegetable spreads with walnut sauce) + shoti-puri (traditional Georgian bread)
  • Lamb khinkali (traditional Georgian soup dumplings w/ lamb)
  • Kebab platter (w/ chicken, pork, lamb)
  • Bottles of Rkatsiteli and Saperavi wine, both aged in Qvevri

It was goddamned delicious. Even the vegetable spreads were seriously good, but the dumplings…holy crap.

Sunday

In the morning, we went for a walk / wee hike in Crothers Woods. We probably missed the height of the fall colors the previous weekend, but it was still pretty nice. At the entrance to the park we started chatting with another erstwhile hiker (and her beautiful black lab Grayson) and just began walking together. We had a nice little stroll, enjoyed the weather, and Grayson found a tennis ball that we used to play catch.

Wednesday

Early in the workday I received word that I had somehow lucked into an invite to the Bruce Springsteen concert at the Scotiabank Centre that night. I’m probably not the biggest Bruce fan but I know his live shows are legendary, so I went.

The set list:

  • Main set:
    • Long Walk Home (introduced as a fighting prayer for his country)
    • Land of Hope and Dreams
    • Lonesome Day
    • Candy’s Room
    • Adam Raised a Cain
    • Hungry Heart
    • Better Days
    • Letter to You
    • The Promised Land
    • Waitin’ on a Sunny Day
    • Reason to Believe
    • Darkness on the Edge of Town
    • The E Street Shuffle
    • Nightshift (Commodores cover)
    • Last Man Standing (acoustic)
    • Backstreets
    • Because the Night (Patti Smith Group cover)
    • She’s the One
    • Wrecking Ball
    • The Rising
    • Badlands
    • Thunder Road
  • Encore 1:
    • Born to Run
    • Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)
    • Glory Days
    • Dancing in the Dark
    • Santa Claus Is Comin’ to Town
    • Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out
  • Encore 2:
    • I’ll See You in My Dreams (solo acoustic)

Thoughts:

  • (I only really knew 10 of the 29 songs he played last night, and 3 of those 10 were covers…including “Santa Claus Is Coming To Town“, bizarrely enough, when a fan handed him a Santa hat)
  • My favourite song of the night was a hard-chugging blues version of “Reason to Believe”, the only song he played from Nebraska. Close seconds were “Adam Raised A Cain” and the Patti Smith cover.
  • The man is 75 and he played at high energy for three hours. Three fucking hours.
  • The E-Street Band is huge (I counted 16 members, including Bruce) but so tight. Nils Lofgren and Little Steven are icons, but seeing Max Weinberg power through that 3-hour set without so much as a few seconds’ break was incredible. And there’s some magic to a band whose core has been playing together for fifty years.
  • Most of the fans there were older than I was, and knew every word to every song, but I could see people in their twenties around me singing along too.

They were late going on — 8:45 instead of 7:30 — so the show wrapped up at 11:45. I left, tired but pretty blown away.

Kingston

We spent last weekend in Kingston, building a trip around a visit to a friend’s art exhibition…which was closed, unexpectedly for the day. And the gallery wasn’t open the next two days. So we missed the main reason for being there…but the food, to our great surprise, made up for it.

First, we stayed at the Frontenac Club, a new conversion of an old building, and our room was lovely: exposed brick, big windows, stained glass, huge bathroom, etc.

Next up was to get some warm coffee on a cold day, so we walked down the street to SENS cafe for some capps, which we took with us down to the waterfront to enjoy the view and the sunshine. On the walk back to the hotel we stopped at Bobbi Pecorino’s to rescue something from their bottle shop.

We had dinner booked that night at The Everly, which started a little funny but ended up very solid indeed:

  • Cocktails
  • Appetizers
    • East Coast Oysters w/ fresh horseradish & lemon
    • Kale Salad (Salt of the Earth Farms kale, cashew ‘cheese’, breadcrumbs, roasted cashews, lemon & olive oil dressing, Parmesan)
    • We wanted the salt cod fritters but they were out. The kitchen staff felt bad so as a consolation they brought us a 1/4 order of the polenta fries (Crispy polenta, pomodoro, basil, garlic, Parmesan) and an order of the roast pumpkin (Salt of the Earth Farm roast pumpkin, butter fried sage, lemon & parsley sauce, pumpkin seeds)
    • Glasses of Soave (Tessari Grisela DOC Classico, IT, ’22) and Chenin Blanc (Pearce Predhomme Stellenbosch Old Vine, SA, ’22)
  • Mains
    • Lindsay had the Butternut Squash Agnolotti (ricotta & squash stuffed pasta, brown butter, Ontario hazelnuts, sage, Parmesan)
    • I wanted the braised pork belly but they were out, so I ended up getting the Pork Sausage pasta (rigatoni, fennel and chili pork sausage, garlic, broccolini, fried breadcrumbs, Pecorino)
    • Bottle of Cabernet Franc (Stanners Vineyard, PEC, ’21)

The next morning we slept in and missed the hotel’s breakfast. Instead we walked slowly over to Kingston institution Chez Piggy for some comfort brunch: Chilaquiles con Carne (tortilla chips, salsa verde, black bean, bell pepper, avocado, grilled steak, sunny eggs, feta, jalapeño, coriander, scallion) for me, and Çilbir (garlic yogurt, poached eggs chili, garlic butter, mint, dill, cilantro, parsley, pan chancho za’atar pita) for Lindsay. Both were extremely delicious. The place looks like it hasn’t changed inside in fifty years, but who cares?

Back in the room we relaxed. Lindsay boiled herself in the tub while I finished the book I was reading (But What If We’re Wrong? by Chuck Klosterman) and then we want back out for dinner. We picked Wooden Heads because we felt like a chill pizza experience, but it ended up being extremely good as well, splitting an excellent pizza and Sicilia pizza. My glass of Tempranillo was good; Lindsay’s Sangiovese was not. But we muddled through.

We woke up early Monday as it was a work day for us both. After eating a very nice breakfast at the hotel’s restaurant The Bank Gastropub, Lindsay walked to a medical archive for some research while I posted up in the restaurant (they were empty but for us) and got a ton of work done. Once we wrapped up we grabbed a late lunch — fish and chips, both — at Dianne’s and bolted for home before the Toronto traffic got too bad. We had a pretty seamless drive, frankly, and were grateful to be home.

So yeah, after the bitter disappointment immediately after arriving, Kingston redeemed itself on the strength of its food.