Meals

Ginger

I’ve been sick recently and food while sick is always problematic. Flavours finish into a cardboard-like slag of extremes, if even that. I push water and tea into myself at a staggering rate. My head swims with congestion and the throes of a cold that seems to have it out for me. Perhaps this is …

True True Pizza

Five minute before my evening’s engagement and haven’t eaten since seven that morning. Walking along King East near Church, and I spot a pizzaria claiming “A pizza unlike any other,”which seems like a bold claim, but if I can be fed in under 15 minutes, I’m on board. True True Pizza is broad and deep, …

The Pomegranate

The Opaque Dancer coaxed me toward a Persian meal, a cuisine I haven’t much experienced. Being more eurotrash than I would generally appear, my knowledge of middle eastern food is limited to Paramount, Arz bakery north-east in the city, and forays into Iranian bakeries that I wander past every so often. It was hard for …

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 …