Sunday, November 29, 2009
I’m going to start this post off with a hmmmm, followed by I hate hipsters.
You all know I hate hipsters. If you don’t know how much I hate hipsters, or you are a hipster, then, sorry, you’re in for a mountain of hate.
Cavallero. Yes, they support streetsmart, but I am very sure they suck so [...]
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
I usually reserve Sundays as me-time. As time to read, reflect, drink on my own, recover or wander about aimlessly and secretly creep into a gym and sweat off the previous night’s discretions.
This weekend saw none of that, ok, maybe the very controlled exercise, but I finally had a belated catch-up with my favourite cousin.
And [...]
I have discovered that there are two types of hunger.
1- The usual hunger that occurs from a range of nothings; sitting, staring, procrastinating or boredom. You know, the hunger that can be ignored, and probably shouldn’t be one that you respond to.
And
2- Post-gym hunger.
Maybe this hunger was made worse from going out last night and [...]
After yesterday’s adventure with Shoya, we may or may not have over-celebrated with a trail of the city, going to Seamstress/Sweatshop to say hello to Adi, who informed us of his loss at becoming the world’s best cocktail maker. He evidently came third, to two hot Jap chicks. From there, we saw my wife at [...]
I usually don’t eat that much, or that often, contrary to what this blog may make you think. I am usually running around town, doing errands, committing some kind of activity that is best not to be spoken of, going to the gym, drinking and then working. The point is, I probably only eat one [...]
One of the problems that I face while I traipse the streets on a Sunday night for group dinners, or even mornings, for decent brunches is that there really are only a hand full of places open.
That, and most of them aren’t (that) good.
My dining companion and I thought that this, yet again, would be [...]
The best way to handle overwhelming and mounting hangovers is generally to hide away inside with large amounts of starch and fat. My Friday night was one to fear.
I have not as yet worked a Friday night at the Lincoln, as I usually rock the days. My initiation was something frightening. The [...]
