Food Rambles

b espresso bar

We entered through the brownstone building’s guts, wandering through passages and sheer, modern hallways to find the side door: inside b espresso bar (all lower case), the Strange Baker and I were alone with the barista. We shuffled into an awkward loop of a booth, then I had to fight the cushions and our coats …

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 …

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. …