I’ve posted the first set of photos from the trip to Canmore I recently took with The Redhead. Here’s a sample:
The rest of the photos are in my Canmore photo album.
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…details are over here.
“Trust me, you’ll really like this place,” said Pete, who was driving
us through a series of darkened streets lined with warehouses,
factories, industrial lots and not a single human being in sight. “It’s
an awesome restaurant that used to be downtown, but decided to keep
their costs down by moving out here.”
Jeremy looked about suspiciously. “Uh, this restaurant isn’t running out of the back door of a dog food factory, is it?”
We’d taken so many twists and turns through obscure streets from our
start near Don Mills and Eglinton that I had no idea where we were. We
finally turned onto a street that I recognized — Laird Road — and
there it was, nestled between an auto body shop and something equally
industrial: a restaurant marked Marvellous Edibles.
In this neighbourhood of factories and yards full of trucks, I was
expecting one of those greasy spoons that happens to make the world’s
most fabulous banquet burger. Instead, we walked into a place that had
the decor of a French bistro.
It was packed with customers, and all of them were tucking into very
delicious-looking dishes. I saw a woman enjoying what looked like a
glazed duck on a bed of noodles, while the man beside her appeared to
be enjoying some kind of tenderloin with garlic mashed potatoes.
Someone else was taking their first sip of a steaming bowl of
apparently homemade chicken noodle soup, brimming with noodles.
We managed to get a seat despite not having made reservations. Pete and
I ordered the pork chops with spetzl and
red-cabbage-and-caramelized-apple casserole. The pork chops (CDN$18)
were perfectly done, and covered with a creamy mushrooms sauce and
slices of giant mushroom, and the spetzl and casserole matched it
perfectly. Jeremy had the steak and frites (CDN$16), which he reported
were delcious. The frites came with a side of “Cafe de Paris” butter
for dipping. It’s probably the kind of thing that would make a
cardiologist scream, but it’s oh-so-tasty.
Dessert was equally fantastic. Along with everything else on the menu,
they make everything themselves, even the bread. Jeremy had a
raspberry pie (CDN$7), Pete had a chocolate-raspberry mousse cake
(CDN$7) and I decided to have a slice of something they rarely
prepared: a cocount banana cream pie (CDN$7), piled high with
freshly-whipped cream and cocounut and packed with banana slices on a
thick shortbread-like crust.
I’m going to be atoning for this at the gym tomorrow.
The service is friendly, and the owner was going from table to table,
making sure that everyone was happy and making recommendations (he said
I should try their bread pudding next time).
If you like simple food prepared exceedingly well with the freshed of
ingredients in a nice bistro atmosphere, you’ll love this place. The
prices — pretty cheap considering the quality and generous portions —
will make you love it even more. It’s worth the car trip (it’s not
conveniently close to the subway), but be forewarned that the place has
a following — make reservations. For more details, take a look at their site.
(Special note to The Redhead: Next time you’re in town, I’m taking you there for dinner.)
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Dad’s getting better
Friday’s night’s hanging out at bedside with Dad was a pretty quiet
affair — it was just me and him in a darkened room in the Intensive
Care Unit of St. Joseph’s. He slept most of the time, while I quietly did some light reading (really, it’s one of the simplest techie books of all time).
Saturday’s visit was completely different. I arrived in the afternoon
to find the room filled with people: Mom, my sister Eileen, my Aunt
Beth, who’d flown in from the Philippines the day before, and Letty, a
friend of the family. Dad’s bed was set so that he could sit upright,
and Eileen was spooning him some soup. He asked for some hot chocolate.
He seemed better, even making his usual observational and irreverent
wisecracks.
Someone mentioned that Aunt Beth (who is one of Dad’s younger sisters)
is Dad’s guardian angel. Every time his health takes a turn for the
worse, she comes over, and within a day or two, he gets better. Kudos
to her for leaving Manila (where the weather seems pretty nice right now) for Toronto, where we’ve been enduring temperatures of -25 degrees C
(-13 degrees F). Perhaps her visit, combined with some antibiotics, and
the removal of a blood clot and a couple of infected, unsalavageable
toes, made the difference.
I’m sure your kind words and prayers also helped. Thanks to everyone who wrote in via comments and email. You’re great people.
The moral for a man who broke into a Newmarket [a town just north of Accordion City]
home just after midnight yesterday: Don’t underestimate an older couple
with an attitude and a few good kitchen implements on hand.
A good thing for the intruder that Gladys, 59, didn’t find her rolling
pin. If she had, he might have had a few more bruises to add to those
he got being shoved down the stairs and pummelled by Gladys’ husband
Clifford, 66, and then struck repeatedly in the back by Gladys wielding
her metal tea kettle.
Here’s my favourite line:
“He kept yelling at me to stop hitting him because he was on drugs. But I told him I wasn’t finished with him yet.”
Charged with break and enter, possession of stolen property under
$5,000, assault
causing bodily harm, theft under $5,000 and possession of break and
enter tools is one Douglas Halversen, 28, of Newmarket. He also will
have to live with the shame of (allegedly) robbing a senior citizen and
being beaten up by one and his wife.
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Geeky articles galore
I have a number of geeky postings on The Farm: The Tucows Developers’ Hangout. If you’re into that sort of thing, you might want to see today’s entries.