Bonjour, Bitches!

Bonjour, Bitches!

Whew, guys! Where do I begin? So remember that time I told you I was going to take a little vacay after my show was over to, y’know, experience some R&R and take it down a notch? Yeah well, not so much. I made the mistake of picking Montreal and New York as my places(…)

First Things First, I’m A Eat Your Brains!

First Things First, I’m A Eat Your Brains!

Yes, I am quoting Nicki Minaj. That’s when you know I’m all excited. So after three glorious months, I’ve left Toronto. Our first and hopefully not last season of the television show that still doesn’t have a damn title has come to a wrap, and I’ve had to bid my beloved Toronto a heartfelt good-bye.(…)

To Beer or Not To Beer (Part 3)

To Beer or Not To Beer (Part 3)

Let me be straight up to begin with: this will be the third and final installment of my beer-related endeavours. There are several reasons for this. Number one being that all my friends are winos God love ‘em, so finding people to beer taste with has proved problematic (and I can’t go it alone. Because(…)

Wine AND Waterfalls?!

Wine AND Waterfalls?!

There are plenty of things I love about being Canadian. Free healthcare, fresh water clean enough to drink pouring bountifully out of the taps, evergreens and prairies and mountains as far as the eye can see, being able to say the word “hoser” in a sentence and not be judged for it… We have a(…)

416 Snack Bar

416 Snack Bar

I’m going to tell you something I probably shouldn’t. It’s not something I’m proud of, and it’s certainly not something any respectable foodie would go blabbing about on their amateur blog on the Internets. But I’m only human, and we’re all friends here, and for the sake of this particular restaurant review, I gotta come(…)

Buca

Buca

As I’ve said before, I’m a creature of habit. I like what I know. I realize how boring that makes me sound, but it’s the truth. I’m a planner, a list-maker, a neurotic weirdo who wears the same perfume for years on end and the kind of person who equates the risk of trying anything(…)

A Meatloaf Even a Father-in-Law Could Love

You know that curmudgeon of a Scottish father-in-law I told you about?  The one who can’t eat a single meal without a potato in it, and gives me a death stare anytime I dare serve him a plate of pasta? He’s hard to cook for. As in, I kind of go into a state of(…)