Cartems donuts

Donuts and hot chocolate for dessert in keeping with Vancouver’s Hot Chocolate Festival winding down. Tall ceilings and modern art hang on the walls. The campfire hot chocolate comes with a chewy s’more on a stick, not very graham cracker, but a pleasant lump of marshmallow. Not too sweet but frothy and smoky. Three donuts …

Johnny G’s Cafe

The Violet Heathen and I wanted a drink and were wandering down Parliament. What looked like a dingy pub from the outside, Johnny G’s, turned out to be a dingy greasy spoon breakfast spot. It being the middle of the afternoon, we asked after a drink, but our choices were a pitcher of Canadian. Neither …

Page One Cafe

Tucked away a side street beside Ryerson is a bar cafe I must have walked past a hundred times. Quaint, dim, decorated with typewriters, books and squashy couches, the cappuccino I enjoyed while the the Ardent Fashionista celebrated her birthday was more than enough to lure me back. Beyond that, I met someone quite interesting, …

Kinton Ramen Eglinton

After five days trapped indoors due to sickness, I forced myself out into the wintery world in order to dine with the Judicial Minx. I reached Kinton Ramen early, and after dancing with a stranger at the door to enter, I sat near the back and spent several minutes watching the kitchen work. There’s a …

Oh My Gyro!

The Bearded Butcher and the Strange Baker often show up to my place with trays of rice or garlic potatoes and gyro meat slathered in garlic and hot sauce from here. The furthest I could manage for food today was half a block from my house, and so I returned home on wobbly, shaking legs …

7 West Cafe

I trudged through the icy wind along the construction-shattered side street to one of Toronto’s glorious all hours (open 365 days a year) hot spots. This was a discovery several years ago, and I don’t get out to 7 West enough, but each time I do, I walk away with a new memory. My first …

Old School

I trailed of beard of hipsters into Old School, a evening bar, cozy day food local, and morning brunch spot decked out in distressed black-painted wood moderately uncomfortable chairs and benches. The Silly Vogelfänger was fast behind me, and together we piled our coats, scarves, and volumous furs upon our seats in efforts to find …