What a beyond nice weekend this past one was. Perfectly sunny and temperate days were lightly sprinkled with tiny boughts of rain (not including yesterday's massive attack) and people were out and about with sunburns aplenty, vouching for a day spent neglecting proper skin care- please see next post.
I am a lucky girl to have the best family and the best friends with whom to share this glorious weekend with as my fiancé was out of town and I love company more than anything!
So, let’s begin with the good since I am in a mildly adequate mood and once I begin ranting, I am bound to revert to the foul mood I was in this morning being stuck on the subway with a hairy mans back pressing into my body as he radiated 400 degrees of heat.
The good.
We have such great markets to explore. Saturday was spent in TO down on Front street where we walked around St. Lawrence market. Alls I can say is thank god for the Koslicks mustard man. Does he not, every Sunday, scent the halls of St. Lawrence with his incredible fried pemeal bacon pieces which he doles out sparingly for your mustard dipping pleasure? I wish I could store him and all his mustard varieties in my pantry- if I had a pantry- and it wasn’t weird/ pseudo illegal to keep people in your pantry.
Anyways, from there we walked over to the Distillery market. Have you been to the Distillery? No? You should go. Here’s why. Every Saturday and Sunday the Distillery hosts a craft market. About 50 or so vendors set up in booths and sell their creative goods. Especially notable is a lovely lady named Lisa who sells flowers and a booth which samples olive tapenandes. Please love them.
In addition to market madness you can also check out all the actual distilleries including the new sake one filled with, of course, sake and uber stylish Asian girls in ridiculously high heels.
Sunday was spent at Aberfoyle market- this is about an hours drive away and every Sunday is home to a bagillion antique dealers who set up shop and sell their creepy/ wonderful goods. You can literally buy anything from used light bulbs to antique Tiffany lamps. I swear I found a doll that comes alive at night and murders small children amidst a row of used license plates.
Point is that I love markets, aggressively. I am always a huge proponent on supporting local art and culture initiatives- which you will see now that it is finally summer and I begin to leave my house and venture out again...
To finish the weekend I had dinner with my sister and 2 of my most favorite of all girls to hang out with and over Venison cured meat and Fred Flinstone sized ribs at Czehoski’s, we delved into territory that would make a pervert blush and with the help of an especially light red zinfandel, our voices raised several octaves despite the obvious need for us to have toned it down- such is life with these ladies- love you all.
So overall, really nice weekend- spent quality time with my fam, with my sister in law to be, friends.... Perfect way to enjoy the extra day off.
The bads.
But now, sunshine and rainbows aside, I take you back with me to the Distillery and invite you to my dinner. I’m not going to name the dining establishment we chose whilst down there but dear undisclosed dining establishment, you really suck.
Here was the “special” that night. A roasted beet salad with crumbled goat cheese. Having eaten probably a whole pig at the mustard guy’s booth in St. Lawrence, I was hoping for a lighter dinner so I was delighted to hear about a salad option, I adore beets and felt like they would substantiate an otherwise drab salad. The salad was 8 dollars. I asked the waiter “is this salad filling enough for a meal?” (it was listed as an appetizer so fair question, I think) he replied “of course.”
Oh you shitty little waiter. Did he not, but 15 minutes later produce a small plate with 8 pieces of shaved beet a tiny finger pinch sized clump of green and the littlest bowl in the world- like could fit in a dollhouse sized- of goat cheese dressing stuff that looked/tasted like mayo.
Fuck you.
What kind of a meal is that? For who would this plate be filling? It would be an appetizer for a 5 year old. Maybe.
I get it, I get it. You are a big fancy restaurant and everything should be micro sized and overpriced but 8 shaves of beet the size of my thumb pad? That’s not a meal in anyone's standards, unless your chef is an elf from Disneyland. Is he an elf? A very happy elf who believes that beets and magic will fill you up?
That my parents meals both sucked at 40 dollars a plate was no shock but at least they came in human size...
Anywho- what did you do long weekend? Whatever you got up to, I hope it was fabulous.
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