Lots of Food

Lunch at the Gallery Grill in UofT’s Hart House. Two cheeses of middling impresssion on a pile of flat crackers. A crepe of duck, apple cream, gruyere, and season that tasted like five-seasons, but the waitress guessed was anise star or fennel. This crepe was soft, dripping with that sweet salt duck grease that fit …

Ellis Dock

While wandering along Dundas West, I found myself hungry and unsure what to journey toward. Without a guiding point, I let myself open, looking from window to window until something caught my eye. I made it two blocks before nearly tripping over a sand which board that proclaimed: $6 burger combo! 12-3 only. Enough said, …

Via Mercanti

Neither the Strange Baker nor I could decide on what to eat. The Baker wasn’t specific to any type of food; they didn’t like making decisions so long as it resulted in a meal to enjoy or mock, with somewhat equal balance. At a loss, we reached out to two others—the Sassy Lass and the …

An Unmemory of Food

The Opaque Dancer laughed as she reached for the sweating bottle. While the dark glass was covered only in a label tattered by years of handling, its birth of icy water cut the giggle from her lips. It had been my father’s suggestion, decades back, to keep a glass bottle of water in the coldest …

The Beverly

The haze of glass washer. The chatter and clatter of hungry, painted mouths and gleaming, polished silverware. The short aroma of drip coffee wafts up to me, lulling me into a daze as I listen to the bustle of the hotel’s bar and brunch seating swinging around me. An honest smile from a curly-haired brunette. …

Starbuck’s Horchata

“Why does this cinnamon almond milkshake taste like maple?” This question lingered with me for some time. It bounced around in my head hours after the brittle plastic cup found its new home in the garbage can next to my desk. Cards on the table, I’ve never been a fan of Starbucks. It’s infuriating to …

The Beast

Arrive at 10:30am, told 15 minutes wait. Go wander for fifteen minutes through the residential neighbourhood. Steal flowers from an old woman’s garden. Return 10:45am. Told five minutes wait. Seated at 10:59am. Waitress arrives and takes our full order at 11:01am, as we’re hungry and regretting not snacking more before brunch. Food arrives at 11:46am. …

For those who eat.

For those who crave, for those who feast, for those who cook and those eat We’ll set a sheet ‘pon yonder table; neat cutlery and crew our chef will toil, the cooks will curse as they’re our good friends too with boiling pots and sizzling pans, with overflow’in’ bowls and straining fans with berries, breads, …