Thanksgiving25

After recent friend hangs with Mike & Heather (at Godspeed) and Upasana (at ours) I was off to Moncton for some work time. No new spots visited as I was too busy, but I did manage a quiet beer on the Happy patio and a few coffees from Brix.

After work wrapped up for the week I drove to the farm for plentiful turkey, family, and dog time. The leaves have most definitely changed here.

We even drove to Gilbert Mountain where our maple trees are, drove up some roads I’d never been up before, and saw some of the reddest blueberry fields we’ve ever seen.

I didn’t get pictures, but when we drove up even higher we could see clear across the bay of Chignecto to New Brunswick.

Peak sports hope

This is probably the highest my team sports hope will get all year.

In a few hours the Blue Jays, who finished atop the American League, will begin the ALDS against the Yankees. When they started the season I didn’t picture them winning the AL and getting a bye into the second round, but they made believers out of many as the season wore on. Oddsmakers have them losing to the Yanks, but I have hope.

In four days the Montreal Canadiens will begin their new NHL season. They surprised many by sneaking into the playoffs last year. The consensus seems to be that they might just sneak in again, but maybe they can take another step forward? I have hope.

Two days after that, the Raptors kick off their exhibition season. I’m under no delusion the Raps will even contend for the playoffs this year, but for growth and development…I have hope.

There’s a pretty good chance that my collective hope for these teams will never be higher than it is today. So I choose to be optimistic, even if cautiously so. For all the long shots out there today.

B(r)unch

I was thinking today, as we tried Amber Kitchen + Coffee for the first time (it was pretty good — we shared the Merguez skillet and the burrata salad) that most of the places opening near us are breakast-minded. Masa has been an incredible neighbourhood option for breakfast sammies. La Bamboche was once brunch fav Lil’ Baci, and has returned to its breakfast-y roots. Leslieville Pumps (RIP) is apparently being replaced by Ramona’s Kitchen, which seems to have a brunch focus.

Luckily, if we need a serious dinner, we have Ricky + Olivia, which was just honored with a Michelin Bib Gourmand designation.

RIP Robert Redford

Robert Redford died this week. To be honest, I wouldn’t have guessed he was 89. It struck me when I thought back about his movies how much they were part of my life, but maybe not the ones you’d think.

I never saw Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. Never saw Jeremiah Johnson or The Candidate. Never saw The Way We Were or Barefoot In The Park or The Sting or The Natural (except the scenes any sports fan has seen) or Out Of Africa or A River Runs Through It or The Horse Whisperer or Ordinary People, his directorial debut for which he won so many awards.

Of the ones I have watched, many of which were lesser-known, I’m watched them A LOT. I watched Three Days Of The Condor a bunch as a teenager (and since) because my parents had it on VHS. I’ve watched All The President’s Men, Sneakers (another Dickinson household favourite growing up), Spy Game, and Captain America: The Winter Soldier more times than I can count. I watch Quiz Show, which he directed, probably twice a year.

It also JUST occurred to me as I was going through his IMDb listing that both his character in Sneakers and Brad Pitt’s character in Spy Game were named Bishop. Just now, despite having watched them dozens of times. Anyway.

Maybe I think fondly of him in these movies because he’s not really a sex symbol in any of them, except maybe Condor. He’s Bob Woodward. He’s an aging security consultant. He’s an underestimated spy. He’s a scheming bureaucrat. He’s funny. He’s charismatic. He was principled and he let his politics (which I agreed with, as far as I know) and environmentalism come through in his movies.

He was a talent, and he was a beauty, and he was a character, and he stood for something. There won’t be many more like him.

u and me not at home

Part of Lindsay’s birthday present to me this year was tickets to see Wet Leg at History last night.

First, though: something to eat. We tried Rorschach, but the wait was far too long, so we just started walking. We ended up walking all the way to Godspeed, put ourselves on the waitlist, and finally got seated around 8. We knew we’d miss the opening act, and at this point knew we had to hustle to get there before Wet Leg went on. We had a pretzel and some sausages and duck fat fries and a couple beers (not warm, or in a pack) and made our way down Coxwell. We got there just in time to find a couple spots at…well, at the back.

All in all: great show. I like their albums, but the songs were almost all better live. They played 19 of ’em (which is ~80% of their entire catalogue) but bookended the biggest bangers: crazy strobes and “catch these fists” to open, and then “Chaise Longue”, “mangetout”, and “CPR” to finish. Rhian Teasdale had everyone eating out of her hand all night — that line in the chorus of “mangetout” seems like less a boast and more like an acknowledgment of fact — while Hester Chambers just exuded cool from the back of the stage.

No encore, which I love and respect. Just that big 1-2-3 combination, and they disappeared into a blanket of white light. Primo show.

The National Wine Awards of Canada: analysis

Back in July WineAlign (to which I subscribe, and have for years) posted the results of the National Wine Awards of Canada. Each day they posted the bottles of one or more varieties which had been awarded Bronze, Silver, Gold (usually), and Platinum (rarely). A bunch of textual information leaking out daily is a hard way to spot any trends, so I did what anyone who loves both wine and spreadsheets would: I loaded it all into Google Sheets.

First, a few notes on how I handled the data:

  • The ‘score’ metric I refer to below is my calculation and not WineAlign’s. For each wine I assigned a score of 1 for a bronze, 2 for a silver, 3 for a gold, and 5 for a platinum.
  • I excluded mead, cider, and fruit wine.
  • They don’t publish how many of each wine type are submitted, just how many win awards, so I can’t determine any kind of efficiency metric per winery or region.

What I noticed:

No surprise: BC and Ontario dominate. BC wines were awarded 432 times, Ontario 423, confirming their position as the premier wine provinces in the country. But Nova Scotia won 15 and Quebec won 13, including in some vinifera categories, which is promising. Plenty of wineries in emerging regions (especially in BC) won awards too, not just the couple biggest in each province.

The same grapes tend to do well nationwide. BC’s top types were Pinot Noir, Red Blends, Chardonnay, Syrah/Shiraz, and Riesling. Ontario’s tops were Chardonnay, Sparkling, Red Blends, Riesling, and Pinot Noir. Sparkling was actually the 6th-most-awarded BC wine too, so apart from Syrah doing well in BC (natch) the most-awarded wines were just about the same. Quebec and Nova Scotia each had Chards and Rieslings awarded as well.

The benches show their strength. For the two largest regions (Niagara, Okanagan) where appellation was sometimes listed on the wine, a few stood out. In BC, the Naramata Bench had nearly 3x the number of winners as Okanagan Falls, the next closest. Meanwhile, in Niagara, the Beamsville Bench had the most awards.

Inniskillin? Inniskillin! When I calculated the total (not average) score by winery, the highest score went to…Inniskillin. I kind of love this; in my two years working at Arterra I told whoever would listen that Inniskillin was our secret weapon, considering most people only know them for icewine. Granted, most of their wines were awarded silver or bronze, but they produced Sauvignon Blanc, Merlot, and Cab Franc which garnered gold, plus a Platinum icewine, so…go check them out.

OK, fine, Mission Hill. Mission Hill had the highest average score among their awarded wines, according to my calculation…which, again, is mine; I don’t know how WineAlign did it. But there must have been something similar in our calculations, since they awarded Mission Hill Winery of the Year.

Platinums. Thirty wines were awarded platinum, across 24 wineries. Six wineries had two platinum wines each: 1 Mill Road, Laughing Stock, Meyer, Mission Hill, SpearHead, and Trius. Seven different kinds of wine were awarded platinum; I will say, I’m shocked that not one Ontario Pinot or Chard was awarded platinum.

  • Cab Franc: BC 3, ON 3
  • Red Blends: BC 2, ON 4
  • Pinot Noir: BC 5, ON 0
  • Chardonnay: BC 4, ON 0
  • Riesling: BC 1, ON 3
  • Syrah: BC 3, ON 0
  • Icewine: BC 0, ON 2

2xCasual

I was in Moncton earlier this week for the first time since early June. It felt weird to go so long between visits, considering I was going once or twice per month for the first ~20 months of the new job. No new dinner venues whilst there, but the weather was so gorgeous that after work one day I walked down to Happy Craft Brewing in search of a patio seat. It’s a tricky thing, that: I want to be outside, but I don’t want to be in direct sun. Luckily, the sun had dipped behind the building in such a way that some brand new shade presented itself, and I grabbed it. I drank a tropical sour and a NE IPA and enjoyed the moderate warmth. The patio was full of people playing board games, munching on popcorn, chatting and laughing. Next to me was a table of guys, one of whom was playing Jenga with his young son while trying to help his friend track down mental health resources. It was kind of beautiful, in no small part because I can’t imagine that happening in a Moncton pub not very long ago.

Back in Toronto, Lindsay and I also tried a new (to us) place while doing errands this afternoon: Hastings Snack Bar. She had a few pierogies; I ate an absolutely killer pork schnitzel sandwich. We sat outside under a spreading tree and drank Wellington SPAs and thought to ourselves, why have we never come here before? I mean, sure, we were eventually chased away by hornets, but that’s hardly HSB’s fault.

M+LK / R+O

Last night we coaxed M+LK to come east for dinner at Ricky + Olivia, and it didn’t disappoint.

  • Cocktails
    • 2 glasses of Malivoire Che Bello
    • a glass of Malivoire Pinot Gris
    • a Ring My Bell…Pepper cocktail
  • Food
    • special: sugar cube cantaloupe, salami, cucumber, burrata
    • carrots + ice cream
    • Caesar salad
    • turnip cakes
      • bottle of Kelly Mason Blanc De Blancs
    • steak tartare
    • R+O burger x 2
      • bottle of Westcott Pinot Noir
  • Dessert
    • sour cherry granita
    • stone fruit pudding
    • secret dessert: chocolate mousse w/ deep-fried crackers
      • glasses of Drea’s Rosato

After that we walked back to our place and finished off a bottle of Grange of Prince Edward Pinot Gris on a perfect evening in the backyard.

Great nights are becoming more and more scarce for me in Toronto, but this was one of them.

“GOOD coffee”? No, I don’t think that’s going to fly.

I like retronyms. Not quite as much as I like a good portmanteau, but they’re still pretty interesting. It’s been fun to see some emerge in my lifetime (e.g., landline phone or snail mail) while others I used for my whole life without ever thinking about it (e.g., cloth diaper or acoustic guitar).

Lately I’ve been thinking about this article — Coffee Is No Longer The Most Important Part of Coffee by Anna Maria Arriaga (link) — and thinking there’s another retronym around the corner.

The article, as the title suggests, talks about how coffee culture is evolving from its third wave — single origin coffee, pour overs, nerds arguing about burr vs. blade grinders, and so on — is giving way to a fourth wave where the coffee is incidental to the coffee drink, giving way to foams, sweeteners, flavour syrups, etc.

“In short, coffee’s fourth wave is defined by everything other than the coffee itself. Maximalist add-ins, flavor combinations, and iced drinks naturally gain popularity when the coffee industry attempts to appeal to younger generations.”

Given this, I think some retronym will emerge to distinguish third-wave coffee. We already had “regular coffee” to distinguish it from decaf, but I’d argue decaf was and is more of the exception, so I’m not sure I’d count that. “Black coffee” was kind of a retronym I suppose, though I read it as more of a stated option.

We also had “drip coffee” which was meant to distinguish from espresso-based drinks, once those became dominant, so there’s that. But I suspect we’re going to end up with something more broadly representing third wave coffee-forward coffee drinks in all forms — that is, the usual lineup at any third wave coffee shop. (Roughly: drip, espresso, cappuccino, latte, maybe a cortado if they fancy.) What that’ll be, I’m not sure — “third wave” is way too clunky.

Maybe this has already happened and I’m just not inside-coffee enough to know. I just like guessing where retronyms are likely to emerge.

Next up: search results.

The joys of home ownership

I never wanted to live in a house. I was happy living in a condo where I barely had to worry about anything. Sure, there was no backyard and limited floor space, but there was no shovelling, no dragging bins to the sidewalk, and most of all — no major repairs.

Our current house has, until now, not been too bad. But the longer we’re here, the more we realize that the previous owner seems to have done a bunch of work on the house himself, because a lot of stuff just…doesn’t work the way it’s supposed to.

A couple months ago, everything just seemed to go wrong at once:

  • Our kitchen sink began backing up. We called a plumber. He snaked it and fixed the cheater, which had been installed below the sink water level.
  • Unrelated to the kitchen sink, water started dripping through the basement ceiling. That seemed to be related to a shower hair clog, as best I can tell.
  • When I turned on the water supply to the backyard, I noticed a leak in the water line. I noticed it because it sprayed me in the face. The plumber fixed that too.
  • Also while “opening up” the backyard for the spring, I realized there was no gas getting to our grill. When I had the deck cleaned last year the cleaners must have unhooked the grill, and not hooked it back up properly, and now it’s jammed so hard into the side of the wall (another gift left behind by the previous owner) that I have yet to be able to re-attach it.
  • The basement toilet suddenly isn’t flushing properly. Or, rather, sometimes it does and sometimes it doesn’t.
  • I had a roofer in to repair the disintegrating roof over the vestibule of the house. He checked the main roof and said there was a big problem with the fascia, even though the last guys to go up there said the roof was fine.
  • Our old patio furniture, for which we overpaid when we moved in, has basically started disintegrating, so we had to buy new stuff. We ordered it months ago; it arrived at the house in the middle of all this, and now I need to figure out a way to truck away the old stuff. At least the new stuff is really nice, weather resistant, and easy to clean.
  • The neighbourhood raccoons have redoubled their efforts to turn our rainwater catch basin into their local latrine.
  • Worst of all, maybe, is the fridge. It started acting up months ago — first the water line and ice cube maker conked out, so I called a repair company. They showed up, said they just needed to order a part and it’d be fine. Four months later and many phone calls on my part, they’ve never called me back, nor shown up with the part, nor refunded my money. Slowly, the fridge died completely, and became a big hot power-sucking box in the kitchen. We ordered a new one, an updated version of the same model, and they showed up, only to inform us that there was no way to get the old fridge out of the house. As far as they can tell, the last guy brought the fridge in and built the kitchen around it. They kindly took the fridge back, charging me only a restocking fee, but we were left with no fridge and no path forward. This one is still very much ongoing; in the meantime we’re living out of a cheap dorm fridge. It’s fucking ridiculous.

Sure, the fridge thing could have happened in a condo too, but the rest of it is house bullshit. I’m not handy enough to fix it myself, and I have too much on the go to project-manage it all. Surely there’s a service for this?

Did I say “joys”? I meant “suck”.