We fêted the final hour of 2019 (and the first few hours of 2020) at a private event at Chez Nous last night. Copious wine, copious cheese, and some new friends. Good start to the decade, all in all.
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Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash
We fêted the final hour of 2019 (and the first few hours of 2020) at a private event at Chez Nous last night. Copious wine, copious cheese, and some new friends. Good start to the decade, all in all.
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Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash
After the stabilizing year that was 2018, 2019 continued in much the same vein…for the first half, at least. Things got bumpy in July. First Lindsay fell down our stairs and broke her ankle in three places. She spent the next several weeks in bed, while I played caretaker. Around the same time, I was reading texts and emails through sleep-deprived eyes about one of my oldest friends who died suddenly back home, and then about the sudden death of my cousin’s wife. It was a swirling haze for a month or so, followed by Lindsay starting her PhD program and me enduring an insanely busy work period through Thanksgiving and right into December. It’s only recently gotten back to some semblance of normalcy.
We did have to forego two trips — one back home to see family in August, the other a planned weekend trip to Niagara — due to the injury, but managed to fit in some good getaways in the first half of the year, like London for a work conference, a trip to Ottawa to testify before the senate, a drive to Ithaca to check out the Cornell campus, a long weekend in Washington DC built around a speaking gig for Lindsay, a long multi-city trip to Copenhagen, The Hague, and Amsterdam, and a serene & beautiful visit to Tofino and Vancouver. Once Lindsay was recovered enough for me to leave for a few days at a time I did squeeze in quick trips to Ottawa, Vancouver, Montreal for work, and Banff/Calgary for work, before Lindsay’s ankle got good enough to do a long weekend in Chicago and to go home to Nova Scotia at Christmas.
We did plenty back in Toronto too, like a gallery opening, an Anderson .Paak concert, two regular-season Raptors games, an epic Raptors playoff game six against Milwaukee, two TIFF films, a Sasha Velour show at the Danforth, and a Stars concert/play. There were great meals at new places in town too, like Wynona, Kojin, the revamped Carisma, Aloette, and ēst. And we got to hang out with friends a bunch, including Maeg & Britt, two wine tastings with Laura, a long weekend hangout with Lindsay’s brother, a weekend at Mike & Heather’s cottage, drinks with CBJ, dinner at Wynona with CBGB visiting from Ottawa, a meal with our friend Sarah at Ruby Watchco, and a bunch of others I didn’t think to write about. We even got some friend meetup time in Copenhagen with Tess, and with Maeg & Immony in Vancouver.
In between all that fun I observed a few consumption-related switches:
One other big shift: Kramer. Last year he tolerated us but was pretty standoffish and mostly hissed at us. Now he constantly wants to play, and has taken to rubbing affectionately on our legs — especially Lindsay’s. Still no petting per se, but he’s getting some contact, and we can feel his fuzzy little body from time to time, so we’re happy.
So 2019 was a tale of two half-years, more or less, different for reasons almost too numerous to catalog. In the end, though, I remain as lucky and privileged to be writing this I was twelve months ago.
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Annual reports from past years:
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[Cover photo by Dylan Nolte via Unsplash]
Another year, another list of the stuff I liked the best. All listed alphabetically, unless otherwise noted.
While I’m behind and haven’t yet fully processed the latest releases from Amanda Palmer, Better Oblivion Community Center, Big Brave, Big Thief, Brittany Howard, FKA Twigs, Mark Lanegan, The National, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Pedro The Lion, Tallest Man On Earth, or Wilco, I could still put together a pretty solid list of new albums this year:
Schlagenheim by black midi
This band sounds unlike anything I’ve ever heard, any they look twelve years old. I don’t love all of the songs on this album, but what I love I love, and the rest I can just appreciate.
Destroyer by Black Mountain
Not quite as epic as IV, but as with all of their albums it gets better and better with each listen.
Norman Fucking Rockwell by Lana Del Ray
I was pretty sure I hated Lana Del Ray until I heard this. It’s so catchy and clever.
Are SING SINCK, SING by Kevin Doria & Efrim Menuck
This sounds a lot like Efrim Menuck’s last solo album and all his other work, so it wasn’t a long run for me to like this too.
No Home Record by Kim Gordon
I did not see this coming in Kim Gordon’s solo debut. It’s like someone laid her breathy Sonic Youth vocals laid over heavy trap beats. Actually, that’s exactly what it’s like. It misses almost as often as it hits, but when it hits, it hits big.
All Mirrors by Angel Olsen
An evolutionary step from Olsen’s torch-ish past to sweeping orchestral arrangements and soaring gut-punch vocals. Maybe the best album opener of the year too.
Act Surprised by Sebadoh
A throwback from an old favourite, Sebadoh came in hot with more of the same…and it was as good as always.
The Center Won’t Hold by Sleater-Kinney
Annie’s Clark’s production made this into something entirely unexpected, revealing that all band members are equal but some are more equal than others. It was the band’s biggest departure, and ultimately its undoing. But what a beautiful swan song it was.
Father Of The Bride by Vampire Weekend
Probably the most on-repeat album of 2019 for me, a low-key-romantic concept album with enough catchy hooks for two full releases.
Remind Me Tomorrow by Sharon Van Etten
An evolution like Angel Olsen’s in distance traveled, but unalike in method — this is stripped-down, electronic-tinged rawness.
Honourable mentions: Skylight by Pinegrove; In The Morse Code Of Brakelights by New Pornographers; Patience by Mannequin Pussy.
Granted, I have not yet seen Us, Knives Out, Parasite, Booksmart, Marriage Story, Dolemite Is My Name, 1917, or Uncut Gems.
Ad Astra
I did myself a disservice watching this on a plane TV, but I still found myself lost in it. I plan to watch it on a bigger screen, but it still warrants inclusion here.
Avengers: Endgame
The big conclusion to the big Marvel franchise was every bit the spectacle promised. Also: Fat Thor.
Deadwood
A welcome return to an old TV favourite. It took me some time to get back into the rhythm of the dialogue, but god it was good to see those characters again.
The Friend
A lot of critics felt it lost the spirit of the original Esquire article from which it sprung, but speaking as someone who was in the debut audience at TIFF, it hit the emotional mark. No dry eyes.
The Irishman
The master. The masters. Avengers assemble, indeed.
John Wick 3: Parabellum
Nothing new or exceptional about this installment in the John Wick series, except maybe the ways in which people die. Still a ridiculously stylish, ridiculously entertaining two hours. I eagerly await #4.
Once Upon A Time In Hollywood
Tarantino flexes his muscle of texture and revisionist-history storytelling (amidst bursts of violence) once again.
Spider-Man: Far From Home
I liked Homecoming plenty, but this might have been even better. I was a fan of the Tobey Maguire version, but this is shaping up to be my favourite Spider-Man incarnation.
Star Wars: The Rise Of Skywalker
Not a critical favourite, and maybe one of the weakest of the back-six Star Wars films, but on sheer emotion alone, this lifelong fan rates it highly.
They Shall Not Grow Old
A stunning re-visualization of old WWI footage, first shown on the 100th anniversary of the end of the war but released widely this year, brought new life to an old story that must be understand anew.
I still haven’t seen the latest seasons of Mr. Robot, The Man In The High Castle, Black Mirror, Barry, The Deuce, or The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, but with that said, here’s the best of what I did watch:
Big Mouth
On a matrix with sweetness on one axis and profanity in the other, Big Mouth is in the top right corner. And one of the funniest — probably produces more LOLs per minute than any other.
Chernobyl
Terrifying, gripping, enthralling, crazily true to reality. Maybe my favourite thing on TV this year.
The Good Place
As it heads toward its finale in 2020, this remains a cute, smart delight.
Killing Eve
Season two wasn’t quite as wonderful as season one, but it was still a treat. The two leads are just magical.
Last Week Tonight
Still, and always, the smartest and funniest show of its kind on TV right now.
Mindhunter
The yellowcake face makeup was entirely unnerving, but it didn’t change the texture, tension, or intrigue.
Russian Doll
From out of nowhere came this dark looping fiesta of weirdness, Natasha Lyonne’s charm, and perfect supporting characters.
Silicon Valley
Maybe a nostalgic entrant in the top ten as the final season wasn’t the strongest, but still — what a series.
Watchmen
I didn’t read the graphic novel. I did see the bad movie. This new show — set in an alternative current-day timeline and tackling white supremacy head-on — had me hooked.
When They See Us
I vaguely remember this story being in the news when I was a kid, but Ava DuVernay’s masterful telling of the Central Park Five’s story was intense and infuriating and heartbreaking.
Honourable mentions: True Detective; Stranger Things.
Embarrassingly, I read only one new book all year. I mean, I probably over-counted last year’s total in that I hadn’t finished the Michael Lewis book at the end of the year, so I could claim that one. But whatever. Life was busy and most of my reading is on screen, not paper.
Banker Builder Blockade Runner by Pat Lotz
This story of early Halifax and the Bank of Nova Scotia’s very first cashier, from a little independent NS press, was peak home province for me this year.
99% Invisible
Come for the engaging, enlightening stories about design and architecture. Stay for Roman Mars’ voice.
Against The Rules
Michael Lewis’ podcast about the role of the referee in today’s society. Not just sports (though the series does start with a discussion about NBA referees) but language, law, and so on.
The Anthropocene Reviewed
In which author John Green reviews two things specifically related to our human-shaped epoch per episode and rates them, Amazon-like, on a scale of 1 to 5. Example episodes: “Teddy Bears + Penalty Shootouts”; “Tetris + Seed Potatoes Of Leningrad”; “Hawaiian Pizza + Viral Meningitis”.
The Office Ladies
Jenna Fischer and Angela Kinsey bring their goofily adorable friendship to a podcast with behind-the-scenes looks at each individual episode of the American Office series.
Oppo
My favourite Canadian politics podcast featured a foul-mouthed gay liberal journalist from Nova Scotia and a foul-mouthed pregnant conservative journalist from Alberta. Sadly Justin Ling is leaving the podcast so I’m not sure where it’ll go in 2020, but it sure was fun up ’til now.
Passenger List
A narrative podcast featuring Kelly Marie Tran which does an amazing amount of storytelling with script and soundtrack alone.
Reveal
Consistently my favourite investigative journalism podcast.
Revisionist History
As much as I poke at Malcolm Gladwell’s writing, this podcast remains one of the more entertaining things on my phone.
Slow Burn
The first two seasons (about the downfall of Richard Nixon and impeachment of Bill Clinton) were fantastic and instructive, but the third season took a left turn and told the story of Biggie Smalls and Tupac Shakur. Very different, but extremely interesting.
This American Life
Always, probably.
In chronological order.
Hawksmoor, London
I’ve been to most of this London restaurant’s outposts now (two on this trip alone!) but this might have been my favourite, a solo climb up the face of a 14oz ribeye.
A Rake’s Progress, Washington, DC
Lindsay and I went to this restaurant in our DC hotel with her friend Shannon, and it killed. Food aside, our server was some sort of angelic being sent to help us eat.
Kojin, Toronto
There’s a reason Toronto Life rated this their favourite new restaurant in the city last year. It lived up to the hype: the steak was phenomenal, but the griddled corn flatbread floored us.
The Pointe, Tofino
I could point (get it?) to any one of many meals we ate at this restaurant in The Wick during our stay, but the one that stands out is the tasting menu on our final night.
Black + Blue Steakhouse, Vancouver
We were aiming for a simple meal but it turned out to be a pretty involved dinner with a mind-blowing Wagyu and a lobster pasta intermezzo just for shits and giggles.
Le Club Chasse et Peche, Montreal
I suggested this place for a group dinner in Montreal, and everyone now thinks I’m some kind of foodie savant.
Smyth, Chicago
This 2 Michelin star destination was impressive in every way. Almost overwhelmingly so, frankly, but definitely the kind of creative meal we won’t soon forget.
Cherry Circle Room, Chicago
Back in our Chicago hotel we had our second big meal in two nights, in a very cool room, with very cool cocktails, and very delicious food.
Est, Toronto
This place had been open down the street from us for a few months before we finally popped in. The tasting menu didn’t have a single weak point, and once again, a flatbread (bannock, this time) might have stolen the show.
The Ostrich Club, Halifax
An impromptu dinner out with the brother, at a place I’d never heard of in the Hydrostone. It ended up being fantastic. I even got to try a wine varietal I’d never heard of — Petite Arvine.
Listed in chronological order. I admit, my beer intake is falling off sharply as I prioritize wine more and more. I should probably have a favourite wine of the year list, but haven’t yet found a reasonable way to track + rate everything I consume. (I’m not sure such a beast even exists.)
Fairweather Brewing Beki
Eastbound always brings in guest taps, often sours, and this was the best of the lot.
Dark Revolution Black Magic + The Wild Beer Co Millionaire
Two absolutely standout stouts at a newish beer joint in London
Aslin Beer Company Sorbet
On a drop-in trip to The Partisan in Washington DC I had this milkshake IPA for lunch. Not normally the style that would show up on my best of the year list, but this one nailed it.
De Struise Black Damnation XXVI / Froggie
The next day I was back at The Partisan and had this insanely dark, heavy Russian Imperial stout. It took me about an hour to drink.
Mikkeller Recipe 1000 (Chardonnay)
A bottle of strong ale aged in Chardonnay barrels, shared with Lindsay and Tess at Mikkeller’s Øl & Brød restaurant in Copenhagen.
Bokke Vlierbloesem (2017)
A rare, special bottle of (unofficial) Lambic, again shared with Lindsay and Tess in Copenhagen.
BrewDog Abstrakt AB:20
An insanely strong, flavourful, barleywine we shared at BEER loves FOOD in Amsterdam
Rainhard Brewing Dark Fire
Part of the reason I love working at Boxcar Social is the random beers on their list, like this stellar stout.
Blood Brothers Captain Howdy
This was another crazily intense imperial stout that got better with a bit of age.
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We just got back from ten-ish days in Nova Scotia. We’d intended to skip Christmas this year in favour of a summer visit, but Lindsay’s broken ankle saw to that.
We got in plenty of family & pet time, both in Halifax and on the farm. We pied. We nogged. We saw friends. We played some crib. I drove around a lot. We had a weird night of singing 80s songs at brother #2’s house.
The (non-turkey-related) culinary highlight for me came early in the trip. Lindsay went out with her friends for dinner at EDNA, while brother #1 and I went to The Ostrich Club in the Hydrostone. It was really excellent food, and a fun time. I even got to try a wine varietal for the first time.
Already trying to figure out when I can slot in a return visit.
I already miss the family, but we’re back in Toronto for a quiet week, which we both sorely need. Kramer clearly missed us too; he hasn’t stopped silent-meowing at us since we got home.
I’m back in Nova Scotia right now. More to come on the whole trip, but first this: on Boxing Day my dad, my brother, my sister-in-law and I went to Moncton to see Star Wars: Episode IX: The Rise of Skywalker (imdb | rotten tomatoes).
It wasn’t the best Star Wars movie by any stretch, but it was entertaining, and touching, and wrapped everything up nicely, and sent all fans of the franchise off with the warm and fuzzies.
I’ve been a dozen times but it’s always a treat to eat at Jacobs & Co. steakhouse, this time with two colleagues. We tried a three-wave approach.
We started with a Jacobs Manhattan, and then the classic: Jacobs Caesar Salad.
Round two was a 12oz Angus ribeye, La Morocha Farms (San Luis, Argentina) split three ways, with a side of sautéed rapini w/ anchovy butter and chili flakes. We had it with a bottle of Chateau Léoville Las Cases 2005 Grand Vin I brought with me.
The final wave was a phenomenal 8oz A5 Take-no-Tani Kuromame California cut striploin (Nagi-Okayama, Japan) with a side of beefsteak tomatoes w/ feta and oregano. This one we paired with something more subtle, a fruity and delicious Ferrer Bobet “Vinyes Velles” 2015 Priorat.
No one had room for dessert, so we made do with some Sauternes, and were off into the night.
I’d been waiting for The Irishman (imdb | rotten tomatoes) to come out on Netflix, and then I had to wait for a 3+ hour window in which to watch it. But I did manage it last weekend.
It was…exactly what I expected. Which is to say, an amazing Scorsese flick. I do think there’s a bit of nostalgia embedded in that 96% score on Rotten Tomatoes, but I have no issue with lauding an impeccably* crafted story, even if it’s a fairly familiar one.
* Impeccable, except that digital anti-aging method. Yikes.
Lindsay and I have both been so busy that we haven’t had much of a chance to just have a normal Saturday night out. Last night we finally managed it.
First we had dinner at The Civic in the Broadview Hotel:
Then we went to the Crows Theatre to see Stars: Together, a play by and about the band Stars. It was musical-ish and autobiographical-ish, not quite like anything I’ve seen before.
We capped off the evening with glasses of wine (including one of the mulled variety) at Chez Nous.
Today we’re right back at it but it was nice to shut off for those few hours last night.
I watched a couple of movies while chilling the past couple of days, and inadvertently did myself a Brad Pitt double feature.
I can’t believe I waited so long to see Once Upon A Time … In Hollywood (imdb | rotten tomatoes) given it’s a Tarantino flick. It was incredibly entertaining, and such a colourful recreation of that particular time. Not sure whether it was a faithful retelling stylistically, but it sure looked great. Fun little Inglourious Basterds references too.
I really didn’t know what to expect from Ad Astra (imdb | rotten tomatoes) — I don’t even remember it coming out. It was okay…like a shorter, blander Interstellar.
This Economist chart is a year old but, given it shows how little has changed in a century, I don’t think a year makes much difference.
“Support for political parties today closely tracks the frontiers of the old Habsburg Empire.”