At your residence whistling to the melody

"Anyone who doesn't regret the passing of the Soviet Union has no heart. Anyone who wants it restored has no brains."

Catching feelings never stumble retracing my steps

It's been too long indeed. Both for this, and spending time with my sister from another. All I'll really say about Loire is that despite it being overshadowed by something that should be more often, it was well worth it, and I'm mad that I hadn't been there sooner. I'm wack, but the oxtail was something.

And I'm kinda hoping they lied to us

My dreams last night were crazy. Yeah, thanks Inception. I definitely have a long list of individuals I'd like to leave in that crazy limbo place, but that's for another time. Back to the topic, morning Brunch with rents/ yung sis. La Brehandaise Creperie. Pretty decent, like the inside (if it wasn't so damned hot the patio would have been a good look. Wine list is like walking through the French aisle at the lcbo (wack), but the fromage was tasty.Overall, not the best, not the worst. I tried to spin a fork on the table to see if I was dreaming, but that ended with me just looking stupid...

He just talkin mine's outside

La Maquette

Your patio is the shit. Your food is just shit.

this night... the most beautiful thing is this world

Its not often that one can have a meal that would qualify for a down payment on a house. When that opportunity arises however, one should take full advantage of the situation at hand. For a 3 star Michelin, 2 things are to be expected... the culinary equivalent of smashing meagan good, and of course, to be treated like the king. Having never been to Europe this is the closest I've come to pre-revolutionary France. Food, uh.... delicious. But damn the service is incredible. I had so much fun going to the washroom and seeing 5 - 10 staff members rush (but a finessed rush) to tuck in my chair, replace napkin and unused cutlery, guide me to the washroom, walk my dog, offer me retirement advice, etc. And all this before I could even think of it (they must have hated me because I keep going to that washroom... sometimes I even hit them with a pump-fake like that scene in Austin Powers). This is what separates the fine and dining. Oh yeah, due to the sommelier contingent in this room rocking those giant silver gongs I'd say its safe to assume if they upped the base and dimmed the lights I'd feel like I'm in an old cash money video... "cause I stay shine..."

Crack