The place FUCKING BLEW UP. Like, 500 people were smushed in there. All sweaty-like. Much to our delight, the the event was almost exclusively comprised of brain-meltingly good looking, fashionable people, most of whom we had never seen before in our lives. Such a delight in our insular neighbourhood.
Don’t get me wrong, though, I love my pals. But new pals are always fun, too!
We also only saw one person that we recognized from Bikes on Wheels, despite the fact that every second person was wearing a BOW tank top. Which was awesome. Also, we saw this Linus Dutchi in what APPEARED to be a gorgeous, never-before-seen LAVENDER!??!? Either that or it was so hot and sweaty in there that my colour perception was starting to get fuzzy.
Either way, we were classy as ever:
Tried out Keriwa Cafe in Parkdale, a new restaurant that is positioning itself as “Aboriginal Food”… which was intriguing. It was pretty good, but it seemed a bit formal for the neighbourhood. The ambiance was way too Yorkville for my taste, what with the back-lit bar and the servers in white shirts with floor-length aprons… they really need to loosen their ties a bit.
The only “aboriginal-ish” components of the evening were an antique tunic on the wall, and a strip of Pendleton-y fabric in the bench seat.
That being said, the service was wonderful (if overly robotic), and the food was pretty good. Best part of the evening was the cold corn soup:
And my old-timey cocktail was pretty damn tasty:
Whitefish was ok:
Cheese was deelish:
OH, and as we were leaving, they ran over and handed me a little loot bag/gift!! WHAT COULD IT BE???!?
YUM! It’s homemade cinnamon buns. Not sure if that’s aboriginal, but it was damn-ass-poo tasty.
Went babysitting again. It involved guns…
…on my arm…
…and the obligatory screening of Monsters, Inc., Brooke’s favourite movie.
Made it back to town in time to get sexified and head out for a really fun night with the chick crew:
I intentionally tried to amp-up the sexiness due to my oompa-loopatiness on Thursday - but of course, I ended up looking overdone and slutty. CAN’T I EVER CATCH A BREAK??? First world problems, for sheeeze.
Due to rain, sat inside with the Mollinator, inspecting the smells of things.
I’m not used to staying inside and doing nothing, so I ended up doing all my laundry, cleaning the whole house, and riding my bike over to Metro during the 1 hour of sunshine we had in order to get fixins for dinner. I have been obesessed with replicating the Moroccan Chickpea Salad I had at the Pig Roast a couple of weekends ago, so I found the recipe (it’s from Pan Chancho, in my old stomping ground, Kingston), and COOKED THAT SHIT UP.
Onions and spices are gettin’ all simmery and smell like exotic thingamajigs:
Mixed up the chickpeas and chopped mint:
Plop them together with some crushed tomatoes:
Smells like what a spicy Jesus would smell like. Probably:
Sautee up some chicken and onions…
And slap that shit in a pita with some tomato, cheese, and tzatziki. DAAAAMN BITCH. Youse one good cooker.