Found via the excellent Ben Johnson’s Beer Blog
Found via the excellent Ben Johnson’s Beer Blog
Last week our friends Kaylea & Matt offered to have us up to the cottage. We accepted; I needed a weekend off, and Nellie really needed a weekend off.
We dashed out of work and caught a Go Train to Barrie, where Kaylea picked us up and brought us to their place. We celebrated by breaking out some sparkling:
We had reservations at the Local Gastropub and, after some taxi qualms, took our seats in a booth by the bar. I had the battered cod n’ chips; Nellie had the triple smoked ontario bacon mac n’ cheese. We were in the mood for apostrophes apparently. I drank a Wellington brown ale and a Side Launch dark lager. We cabbed home and all fell asleep in front of the TV. It had been a long day.
The next day Kaylea had to work so Matt, Nellie, and I went for breakfast at the Midway Diner, which is exactly as authentic as it sounds. Nellie and I had full-on greasy breakfast: sausage (bacon for her), eggs, hash browns, toast, OJ, coffee/tea. It was goddamn delicious, and it more or less held us over until dinner.
Once Kaylea got back we loaded up the car, made a stop at Barnstormer for some beer, and drove to the cottage. We relaxed for a bit with some Barnstormers and then two amazing bottles of sparkling — a Benjamin Bridge 2008 Estate Brut which had just arrived in our mailbox that day, and a Two Sisters “Lush” sparkling rosé — until it was nearly dinner time, and Matt began prepping the meal.

And quel meal it was:
We did our best to absorb all that, and eventually all fell asleep from the effort.
The next morning we all slept in, except for when Kaylea’s phone alarm went off and it sounded like a jaunty police chase. Once we finally woke up Matt and Nellie prepared another big greasy breakfast (plenty of bacon, eggs, toast, Caesars, etc.) and we generally lay about for the whole day. Well, Matt and Nellie went for a walk, and I did some work, and we all watched many hours of news, but other than that: layabouts.
Finally we had to pack up the car, load up on Tim Horton’s, drop Matt off back in Barrie, and drive down to Toronto. The remaining trio of us ordered pizza, settled in to watch The Walking Dead, and went directly into pyjama mode.
Good weekend. Great weekend. But I’m going to pay for it this week.
In between working, watching March Madness, and picking up some art this weekend, we’ve tried some decent new(ish) food joints.
First, after a stop at Bellwoods and before visiting Telegramme yesterday, we had lunch at Beer & Quality Meats. Honestly, I have no idea how I haven’t tried this place yet with a name like that. Anyway, we had burgers: the Hawaiian (pineapple, smoky chipotle aioli, jalapeno, mozzarella, bacon) for me and sliders doused in Sriracha for Nellie. They have a solid beer selection too; Nellie had a Steam Whistle while I had a can of Nickel Brook Headstock IPA.
Today, before really locking in with my laptop, we walked down the street to the brand new One Pizza. It’s one of the new breed of ‘good food, but fast’ restaurants popping up, like b.good around the corner. It keeps things simple: all pizzas are one size, and one price. Pick your toppings and it’s ready in 3 minutes. Nellie and I each designed our own (she: salami & muchrooms; me: chorizo and rapini; both: olive oil and basil) and each got a pint of Beau’s (she: lugtread; me: Tom Green milk stout). They also have Vineland Estates wine on tap.
The pizzas were damn good. The crust was perfectly thin but soft. The toppings were fresh…really fresh, like the tomato sauce actually tasted weird because I’m not used to tomato sauce tasting fresh on pizzas. The sausage, the basil, the oil…there was plenty of flavour without it tasting artificial. I’m guess that’s what we paid for…though, $40 tax in for two pizzas and two draft beers is fine by me if it all tastes like that.
We couldn’t quite finish our pizzas so we brought half of it home; maybe for dinner we could kill one each, but the next time time we go back for lunch it would be enough to split one. Assuming we could ever settle on the same ingredients, of course.
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Cover photo by Swire, used under Creative Commons license
I stared at this a lot last night. I mean, not this particular guy’s sweatpants-covered junk, but rather crowds of people all but standing on top of me.
See, Nellie and I went to the Raptors game last night. We hadn’t seen one in a while, and we decided to buy good tickets. After all, it was Andrew Wiggins’ first game in Canada, and against the T-Wolves the Raps were all but guaranteed a win. They did win, but it was closer than it should have been.
Anyway, we discovered when we arrived (after it took us ten minutes just to walk the last 30 feet to our seats) that his gloriousness Stephen Harper was sitting across the aisle from us. That’s his head and torso (and, uh, son) in the bottom right of the picture. The crowds that were clogging up an entire section of the ACC weren’t his entourage, they were — and I still have a hard time even believing this — people lining up to have their picture taken with him.
*Sigh.*
Now, I’ll give the security guys credit: they actually tried to keep the aisle clear during play, as did the ushers. But the selfie-seekers are idiots, and would stand, gape-mouthed and blocking traffic, with Blackberries in hands until they could get a picture with that magnificent head of hair. As such we couldn’t see some of the game, and missed the entirety of the half-time show and on-court entertainment, including Raptor antics which, as everyone knows, are at least 15% of the reason to attend a game.

I actually felt a little bad for Harper…I think he just wanted to watch a basketball game with his kids. But then again, he decided to sit in a place which afforded maximum photo ops. Maybe he should have sat in a box where people wouldn’t bother him and where, oh I don’t know, crowds of people wouldn’t have trampled and blocked the thirty people nearest him who paid good money for their tickets.
The very best part? At some point in the evening he did a photo op with some actual players, and his social media lackey tagged the wrong player.
lolololololol, poor AB, prime minister tags kyle lowry instead. pic.twitter.com/Qb4FsE7YCf
— alex (@steven_lebron) March 18, 2015
Oh, and the idiots next to us had a Wand of Narcissism, which just kind of capped off the evening.
Maybe the only thing salvaging the evening was meeting up with Kaylea, Jenna, and Jordan over some pizzas at Libretto. We used beer to wash away the distaste.
It’s a significant day. I mean yeah, it’s once-in-a-century pi day, but it’s also the day Nellie and I are celebrating a big milestone: this past Wednesday was the 20th anniversary of the day Nellie and I met.
We both had (separate) late nights last night, so tonight we took it easy and Nellie cooked a fancy meal. Usually she does this on Valentine’s day, but a month ago today we were packing for New Orleans. This anniversary filled in nicely though. This is what she made:
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Cover photo by Kat N.L.M., used under Creative Commons license
Last week I read a post on Ben Johnson’s Beer Blog about an event he would be hosting involving beer, bourbon, and smoked meat.
Right, that’s what I said. So I clicked the link, and this was the description on the Universe ticket-buying site:
Join us for our very first beer and bourbon dinner. We’re pairing some of Stack Brewing’s delicious suds with a few tasty bourbons from Buffalo Trace, Eagle Rare and 1792. Top that off with a couple of Caplansky’s mouth-watering sandwiches and you’ve got yourself the world’s first beer, bourbon and sandwich networking event! Hosted by blogTO’s Ben Johnson at Project: OWL, this is guaranteed to be good night with great people and even better beer.
Tickets include:
- 3 beers
- 3 bourbons
- 3 sandwiches
*Note – this is not a vegetarian-friendly event
So I obviously bought tickets. I like bourbon, I’d never tried Stack Brewing‘s beer, and I like smoked meat. This was a no-brainer.
So last night Nellie and I arrived at this address we’d never been to, or even heard of, and find out it’s a networking event. In retrospect it seems obvious that the ticket site’s page title — Beerworking — pointed to some kind of networking event, but we just thought it was some kind of half-clever beer event name. But nope: it’s a beer-themed networking series. Anyway, we’d pre-paid, so we were committed. We bought a pre-dinner beer (Stack’s Saturday Night cream ale) and unwound from our day on the comfy couches. Ignoring everyone else, of course.
When it came time to start the event we found a table and ended up sitting with some fun people. We had no interest in actual networking, but we met some cool beer nerds, so it worked out.
We also got to try to some beer that very rarely makes its way down to Toronto from Sudbury. Stack’s three beers for the pairing were the Shatter Cone IPA, Les Portes de L’Enfer Bière de Garde, and Stack ’72 Imperial IPA. They were good, excellent, and very good respectively.
The bourbons and tiny sandwiches were delivered at the same time, so…it was like three flights of beer + bourbon + smoked meat. Honestly, I’m not sure I detecting any real pairing synergies, but most everything was tasty. Bourbons #1 (Buffalo Trace) and #3 (1792) were really good; I didn’t like #2 (Eagle Rare) that much. Meanwhile, the Caplansky’s sandwich sequence was (I believe) corned beef, smoked turkey, and smoked meat. Actually, I kinda don’t care about the order; they were all terrific.
Neither of us really ate much all day, so when we left the beer, bourbon, and smoked meat event we took a cab to the everyday beer, bourbon, and bbq event: Triple A. We ordered pints and split ribs. I’m hungry just thinking about it all.
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Cover photo from the Beerworking website
So there’s some new thing called Taste Of Maclean’s Dining Series. Yes, that Maclean’s. Anyway, it’s a series of dinners at great restaurants in Toronto, Montreal, and Vancouver, hosted by excellent sommeliers, with Australian wines poured at each. We attended the Toronto event last night at Nota Bene.
Jacob Richler mumbled his way through hosting duties. David Lee is an amazing chef…let him speak with his food, don’t drag the poor guy out to talk about it. John Szabo should have “Wine Bard” on his business cards. Seriously, after hearing him speak about Australian wine regions I want very badly to go back.
CANAPÉS
Wolf Blass Gold Label Adelaide Hills Sparkling Pinot Noir/Chardonnay 2011; Annie’s Lane Clare Valley Riesling 2013
NOVA SCOTIA LOBSTER with Ataulfo mango, cashew milk, wakame, chili mint chutney
Wolf Blass Gold Label Adelaide Hills Chardonnay 2013
QUEBEC DUCK BREAST “PASTRAMI” with Lennox Farm rhubarb compôte, honeyed Cookstown sunchokes, pumpkin seeds
Wynn’s Coonawarra Estate Black Label Cabernet Sauvignon 2012
“TONGUE N’ CHEEK”: PERTH COUNTY BEEF CHEEK & CONFIT VEAL TONGUE with squash & jicama salsa, sweet English peas, smashed potato, Cotija cheese
Penfolds Bin 389 Cabernet Shiraz 2011
ARTISANAL CHEESES: Picobello (cow’s milk, Holland); Grey Owl (goat’s milk, Quebec); Blue d’Elizabeth (cow’s milk, Quebec) with wildflower honey, lavash seed crackers
Penfolds Bin 28 Kalimna Shiraz 2011
DESSERT: salted caramel truffles; shaved almond biscotti; chocolate corn nuts
PORT: Penfolds Grandfather Rare Tawny
THE FOOD: the lobster was fine. The beef cheek was very good, though Nellie didn’t like it. The veal tongue wasn’t for me; luckily I had Nellie’s extra beef cheek. The cheese were excellent. The duck, though, was SPECTACULAR.
THE WINE: the whites were decent, but just decent. The Wynn’s is, indeed, an excellent cab for the money. Both Penfolds were very good. But that port…good lort. That’s right, I said lort. Good lort. That port.
THE EVENT: good, and Szabo on his own is almost worth the price of admission, but I’m disappointed that with some kind of Australian wine association sponsoring (the name is Google-proof, alas) what they presented were Australian wine brands so well-known in Canada they’re practically clichés. Why not bring the 389 and Coonawarra to draw people in but then feature some lesser-known wineries? Not so small the LCBO can’t bring them in, but not Wolf Blass fucking Gold either.
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Cover photo from Taste of Maclean’s Dining Series website
Back in December I engaged my entirely healthy tendency to quantify, list, and rank everything, though I did admit that I was in no way caught up on 2014’s best music or movies. Since I’ve made some progress on that front in the last 66 days, here’s where my head’s at now.
I’ll consider IX by And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead, Age by The Hidden Cameras, Do Not Engage by The Pack A.D., PTSD – Post Traumatic Stress Disorder by Pharoahe Monch, and Mended With Gold by The Rural Alberta Advantage to be the honourable mention list.
Honourable mentions: The Babadook, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Gone Girl, Live Die Repeat: Edge Of Tomorrow, and Ned Rifle.
Of course, I still haven’t seen Life Itself, Citizenfour, Nightcrawler, Birdman, Force Majeure, Frank, Wild, Grand Budapest Hotel, Omar, Top Five, Locke, The Imitation Game, The Immigrant, Foxcatcher, Under the Skin, Cold in July, Listen Up Philip, Night Moves, or Interstellar. Gimme a break.
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Cover photo by Early Novels Database, used under Creative Commons license
Season 3 of House of Cards (imdb) went in the books this weekend. Five episodes Friday night, Eight episodes Saturday. Binge-watching FTW!
Last Thursday, about 20 minutes after we got home from New Orleans, we took off out the door to meet up with our friends CBGB at C’est What. They were in town for part of CB’s birthday present: a special concert by The Tragically Hip at the Air Canada Centre to celebrate 22 (?) years since the release of their seminal album Fully Completely.
I used to be a big Hip fan, but haven’t seen them live in over a decade. My last time out I was pretty hard on them (and their fans) but twelve years has given me some distance from hearing the same body of work so many times. Thursday’s complete retelling of their best album, wrapped by some more of their better songs (“Grace, Too”; “My Music At Work”; “Blow At High Dough”), made for a set list that brought back some fond memories. My only disappointments were a) no “Cordelia”, and b) they didn’t put the spotlight on Bill Barilko’s retired jersey during “Fifty Mission Cap”, one of my fifty favourite songs of all time. That seems like a missed opportunity in Toronto.
Saturday night we threw a party at our place in CB’s honour. She and GB helped us empty St. Lawrence Market of cheese that morning, then met us again later at Triple A for some pre-party barbecue. Thus armed, we prepared to receive boarders.
It was a good time, filled with tasty snacks and great drinks. JP brought his home-brewed Saison, which was stellar. Among the bottles of wine we pulled out were a Hidden Bench 2011 “Tête de Cuvée” Chardonnay, a Le Vieux Pin 2012 “Ava” Sauvignon Blanc/Semillon, a Hinterland 2009 “Les Étoiles” sparkling, a Hester Creek 2011 “The Judge” Bordeaux blend, and a bottle of Meerlust 2009 “Rubicon” which CB wanted to marry.
We had the good sense to pre-rinse all the glasses before going to bed that night. Good thing, too, because they sat there for the entirety of Sunday.