While you’re probably gearing up for American Thanksgiving, I’ve already had a Canadian Thanksgive’r.
Luckily, I was back home in Toronto in October with so many of my precious babies so I had much to be thankful for.
Little lady bird, Emma.
We wanted brunch and beautiful men. Where else would you go but the gaybourhood?
The food and the patio view at Fire on the East Side was heavenly.
Though, I think these two were already gonna lead me straight there. Trudy Patootie and Candy baby.
Smoked salmon benedict. They serve you banana bread to begin with, and what makes this benedict so scrumptious is the corn bread it’s lain on instead of a crusty English muffin.
Stuffed french toast with cheescake and berry filling. Sausages on the side.
Took the ferry to see the island and show these one and a half American girls what Canada looks like by the water.
This is how we rock it in the T-dot.
Went exploring and sighing at all the charming little island cottages and hiked on a nature trail. Much needed break from all the chaos.
Made us tired and hungwee. Which was juuuuuust right cuz it was my annual Orphans’ Thanksgiving Dinner night!!
Passing on the tradition of turkey dinner at Sneaky Dee’s that I’ve had for the past 5 Thanksgivings!
At first they thought it was just some bullshit grimey dive bar until they finally tasted the meat, tater, and gravy feast.
Way better than their aunt so-n-so’s, I hear.
Also, snickers pie.
So yea, thank you, thank you, and thank you, too!
This entry was written by Food, Friends, Joey Ng, Photos, Toronto and tagged Brunch, Candice Wheeler, Dinner, Eggs Benedict, Emma Czerny-Holownia, Fire on the East Side, French Toast, Kensington, Sneaky Dee's, Thanksgiving, The Village, Toronto Island, Trudy Hayden. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink., posted on November 16, 2011 at 2:55 am, filed under
I love Toronto
even when it’s cool and crisp. Babes will still be bicycling, beers will still be patio drunken, sunnies sported like Summer’s still squeezing out some rays.
I love that everyone loves the weird shit that they love, so hard.
Like I love you,
all day breakfast, and
This entry was written by Friends, Joey Ng, Photos, Toronto and tagged Detroit Eatery, George Burt, Kensington, Queen Margherita Pizza, Riverdale, Ronnie's, Samantha Young. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink., posted on October 12, 2011 at 10:52 pm, filed under
Greeting cards from Pretty Freedom.
“The self-fulfilling prophecy is, in the beginning, a false definition of the situation evoking a new behaviour which makes the original false conception come true.” (Merton, R. K., 1968)
In November 2009, I wrote on my secret blog a name, a figure, and a city. Those three
being a would-be lover, salary, and home.
By November 2010, I had surpassed the figure by 40% and unpacked my single suitcase in a 2nd floor walk up of New York City.
I had everything I set out to. Everything but the boy.
But this isn’t a blog post about that which is not under my control. I wasn’t ever going to be able to make someone feel.
But seemingly without much concerted effort I had accomplished the other of my two goals.
The year before, dancing in a too big t-shirt, my best friend and I fancied ourselves in Los Angeles, working out of HQ, sing-songing my supervisor’s name. It wasn’t long before I skyped in from that faraway fantasy musing “Hey, remember when…?”.
Now I’m not going to try to feed you some mumbo jumbo secret self manifestation home dvd bullshit.
But it wouldn’t hurt to try.
To put it out there and see what magic may.
Instead of making resolutions, make predictions.
Now, the hard part is deciding what to wish for.
Reference: Merton, Robert K. (1968). Social Theory and Social Structure. New York: Free Press. pp. 477.
This entry was written by Joey Ng, Self-diagnoses, Toronto, Writing and tagged Kensington, Robert K. Merton, Self-fulfilling prophecy, Social Psychology. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink., posted on January 3, 2011 at 9:42 pm, filed under