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Just some good ol' brain vomit from a 23 y/o MBA-ing, pre-med U of T med student.
ASK ME ANYTHING. SERIOUSLY, DO IT.
180811. TIL.
This is where cashews come from? No wonder these suckers are so expensive. But FYI, if you ever travel to India and find these, don’t eat them at this stage. Apparently they’re poisonous.
040811. overrated.
After hearing rave reviews from friends, I had been dying to go to Brassaii for a while. “It was the new ‘it-spot’ in Toronto”, said J. Since Mister and I were going to watch Blue Man Group for our delayed 3-year celebration anyhow, fine dining felt fitting.
Sadly like many other high-end restaurants, Brassaii fell short. I mean, the place was beautiful. Really chic atmosphere, had some cool rustic vibes. The type of place corporate hipsters go to.
But as a foodie, who spends 90% of her monthly credit card bills on things that my body digests and poops right back out, I was slightly disappointed. That lamb below? $34, before appetizer, drinks, tax and tip. And our $15 appetizer? I guess we failed to notice the lack of pluralization in “seared scallop”. That’s right, no “s”.
I’m not sure if it’s just me, but I don’t feel this incessant need to be “cool” anymore. Is it wrong that some days I prefer pulling on a pair of jeans and going for my $8.29 quarter chicken dinner at Swiss Chalet? haha. I’m pretty sure things will change again someday, but until then:
bar > club
comfort food > fine dining
120711. festival epicure.
Just to clarify, as fun as the photos in the last post may be, my classmates and I were actually at Festival Epicure volunteering for a charity organization named Pathway to Potential! Basically they are a local initiative that assists in poverty awareness and reduction in the Windsor-Essex region. Notably, the proceeds from our efforts at the festival went towards supporting local community gardens, a healthier alternative to canned food at food banks.
If you want to find out more, please check out my group’s website at http://www.wix.com/pathwaytopotential/epicure.
P.s. The website and the photos are actually created/taken by yours truly! :)
Mister and I went to Prime Steakhouse at the Windsor Arm’s Hotel for our 3-year anniversary. And I must say, after being in Windsor for so long, I have missed the life of beautiful fine dining. The steaks were wonderful, service was spectacular, the decor was to die for, and the ambiance of the live music was incredible. We have now officially decided, there will be a violinist at our wedding one day.
300611. nom nom nom.
When I procrastinate, I eat. Today alone, I ate 8 out of the 12 fudgesicles in my fridge. Oh how I cannot wait until Friday.
Just remember. Cuba. Cuba. Cuba. <3
Below: Sirenas La Salina, our soon-to-be resort.
120511. the 115lb cookie monster.
A million times over, my eyes are bigger than my stomach. Mind you, despite my size, I eat like a 13 year old pubescent boy. I inhaled that pizza in seconds. Really, I had no choice, my hands began to shake as my body had suddenly hit hypoglycemic levels. Initially I couldn’t tell whether the discomfort was due to hunger, or rather my sheer disdain for writing a subjective essay about a concrete topic like finance. Now I lay on my bed, struggling to even sit up, regretting my decision, as my stomach bloats and I begin to feel like I’m going to either throw up or give birth to a watermelon. Seriously, you know you have problems when you don’t know which direction your food will come out.
