I take suggestions, but you can't coach a genius

To the top ma

goods to the bads, rise to the fall

How fitting we in China now. HB to GC you the fuggn best.

Everything that move be inside you

Lighting fires is much better than looking at stupid photos... especially yours.

We saying the same thing like a synonym

Bar One brunch again again...

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...

3 peat

I wasn't really sure what Friday would become. Been so nice the last while, its pretty much only been about grills. However...............

Made plans for dinner at this little eastside spot. Nice, fresh, homemade, Italian. Pizza and prosecco night basically. Really this spot isn't the type for romancing, but it's a good look for after you get the job done. It's also really cheap. So... being a certified family day I made plans to meet the crew on the westside when I finished. They had yet to eat, so I figured I'd meet them at the spot for some drinks. Boehmer it is. Now PB is a vet in the game, so I had some expectations of the place even though I wasn't going to eat. Inside was dope, as was my julep. My shit was backwards being that here I was with the mans in the intimate setting, while I was with a dip at the romper room. Needless to say I ended up eating again (foie)... dope. The reviews have been all over the place, but I will say this: believe the hype.

Completing the Phil Jackson offense, we pulled up to Q Dubbs where a scent of amazing was in the air. As I keep saying, I'm not a big chicken fan but that dude with the bbq in front of midpoint is really doing it. Straight piff. Dinner # 3. Done. Over.

mr. yeah

This shit right heeere man gives simplicity everything it deserves... Good Italian without a scene. A place for the wiz, but not the jump. F with the pig ears.

Crack

where I'm at

I can't put my finger on it... As I may have said before, I don't like to f with a good thing. Whenever I do however, I can't help but get the feeling of wanting that old thing back. I mean that I'm supposed to be trying new things, living life, but I guess I'm not that type of dude. So I pretty much live n maintain. I'm doing me. If that means a steady dose of familiarity, then I guess that I'm cool with that. That is exactly the reason why I fucks with the drizzly. Not overwhelmingly spectacular, but solidly consistent. No surprises here, just fulfilled expectations. Like I said, there is no reason to f with a good thing.

Crack

RIP

I think its difficult to compete with the starbucks movement. Especially when you're basically next door. This place does not have this problem. In fact, the aforementioned issue should be reversed.

Shouts to Drew-Tang/ Drew-ha/ the drewid...

Crack

why u gotta b like that

I will not lie, I've always enjoyed the food at Terroni. I even put on my LA fam. What I don't understand however, is why I am not allowed to put some friggin parmesean cheese on my damned pizza. It's disrespecting the recipe/ presentation? ok... last time I checked this wasn't l' Ambroisie. Furthermore, I'd be more amicable to your demand had you not offered me a bowl of hot sauce (because in no way will that change the flavor). um... ok

Crack food, Wack execution

This is my Cheers

Crack

dennis hopper

everything you would want at a diner beside a coffee time at queen and ronces...

Crack