Sunday, July 27, 2008

Brunch at Piccolo in Toronto (Cabbagetown)


Oh, I should write more than that?  Okay...

So, John and I decided to throw caution to the wind this morning and treat ourselves to a nice brunch.  We went to a place that's around the corner from us on Carlton.  It's called Piccolo and it's wonderful.

It's a lovely space, there is a nice patio out front, and the dining area inside is also very nice.  And, it is a really reasonable price for a Sunday brunch buffet.  $15 and that includes your tea or coffee.

The food was wonderful, far better than one expects from a buffet, excellent caesar salad that we put out in small batches and refreshed regularly, so it was always cool and crisp, never wilty.  In fact, I would say it is almost at part with the caesar salad I make, and that's saying a lot.  *grin*  Oh, and the bread, which is made in house, is to dye for.  Sooooooo good.

Hmmm.  Lets see what else... 

For hot food there was a mushroom risotto, the frittata, delicious roast lamb (I think, initially I thought it was beef, but then thought lamb, but not a very strong lamb), some yummy chicken thing, penne carbonara, and some spicy meatballs. Oh, there is also french toast and sausages and bacon.

Cold food included the delicious bread and the delicious caesar salad, a tomato basil and boccacini thing, Greek salad (tradition, no lettuce), broad beans, salami, prosciutto, and cheeses.

Desserts, also delightful. There were tarts with fresh fruit on them, a carrot cake, some amazing tiramisu, creme caramel (i didn't like it that much though) and fresh fruit.

NOW did a review recently, and Piccolo itself has (a really terrible) website.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

toilet paper - over or under?

So, today, as I was changing the toilet roll, and carefully making sure that the toilet paper was over, not under, I found myself wondering why I care.

This is an issue of great debate among many people. 

Why do we care?

Does it effect the way the toilet paper functions?

Does it change how easy or difficult it is to extract it from the roll?

Seriously, why the fuck do we care?!?!?!?!

Monday, July 21, 2008

why can't boxes unpack themselves?

So, we moved at the beginning of July.  Then it was Fringe.  The Fringe festival officially tapped all my energy.  I barely had enough to get to plays and write reviews, I sure as hell wasn't going to be unpacking boxes.

Then, last week, well, apparently last week I was recovering from Fringe.  There was a fair bit of sleeping involved in the process, and some general hiding out from the world.

This weekend John and I stealthily avoided unpacking by going to the country house.

Which brings us to this week.  Let me assure you that I have high hopes for this week and the unpacking process.  In fact, just today I have unpacked two, yes, that's right, TWO boxes!  What's that?  You're telling me you think two isn't a lot of boxes?  Oh.  Well.  Shit.

I'm starting to think that the best bet is to just have someone come over and take the boxes away, with everything in them.  We have WAY too much stuff.  WAY WAY too much.

Monday, July 14, 2008

Come on people! Haven't you ever heard of irony?!?!

Given the uproar being caused by the cover of the New Yorker, I'm thinking that maybe next issue they should publish a copy of "A Modest Proposal" as a way to address the food crises being faced around the world.


Art Fag City is where I saw this first, so Paddy gets the nod.

Sunday, July 13, 2008


okay, so, I'm in Jet Fuel, supposed to be working on a post, but I'm going to take a minute to write this because it was kind of heart breaking somehow.

A kid was just in here with his mum, and he had a balloon, and while he was standing there waiting while she got her coffee, his balloon popped.  Not sure why or how it popped, that, it was far away, but it was loud and startling.

And heart-breaking part was how sad and embarrassed the kid looked.  Everyone was really nice, and was comforting him and stuff, no one was mad that he'd popped it, but he looked so disappointed.  He didn't cry, he didn't make a fuss, he just hung his head.

I think if he did cry or make a fuss I would have though 'come on, it's just a fucking balloon' but as it was I wanted to run over and say 'hang on, I'll go to the store and get you a balloon.'

Which I am going to take as a lesson that sometimes it's WAY more effective to not make a fuss.  (not that I'm so much a fuss-making kind of gal, but you know.)

Friday, July 11, 2008


Seriously.  What. The. Fuck.

From Nunc Scio (a wicked wicked blog that I love)

Apparently, some senior officials in the US Department of Homeland Security have expressed interest in an electronic bracelet for all airline travellers. It seems pretty handy- it contains your boarding pass and your personal info all in a handy piece of disposable jewelry.

Oh, and it also contains a tiny taser that, when activated, completely immobilizing the wearer. Yes, if the security wonks get their way, we may all soon be wearing tiny shock collars.

Saturday, July 05, 2008

Mooney on Theatre - check it out

So, not so much with the activity on this blog this week, because not only did we just move, but it's also Fringe time.

I'm coordinating Fringe coverage for two sites because I'm insane. 

One of those sites is Mooney on Theatre.  You should go and read and comment and stuff like that.  Oh, and, you know, tell your friends.  *grin*

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