Monday 27 September 2010

By the numbers

Minutes we were in the house before we started pulling up carpet: 70. (We waited until the boys joined us after school - and the delay was agonizing!)


Night we chose to visit Canadian Tire: The second. (Yes, it was Saturday. Who said romance is dead?)

Scrapers destroyed trying to remove dried glue and underlay from the stairs: Two. One plastic, one razor.

Percentage of our direct neighbours who stopped for a chat while I was cutting the front bushes: 80 (four out of five).

Hours of fun ahead as we make this big, beautiful place our own? Countless.


Thursday 9 September 2010

The Mill Street breakdown

Two flights of beer, one palate-cleansing quesadilla. Welcome to Nat and Ten's guide to the offerings at The Mill Street Brew Pub in the Distillery District of Toronto.
First: pop into the gift shop as you enter, and sample some of the four main brews. We opted for the Stock Ale and Coffee Porter, having consumed the Organic Lager at home the night before. (Verdicts: Stock Ale is a bit lacklustre, and is beaten by the Organic. The Coffee Porter, however, is delicious! Likely best in smallish glasses in the middle of winter - rich, heavy, but not cloying. A grand brew.)
Next: Head into the brewpub and snag a small high-table beside the beer vats. Consider getting a Fruit Beer and Ginger Beer respectively, but instead order said tasting flights and Mexican-themed snack. Ask for water, then wonder throughout rest of visit why it didn't arrive.
I ordered the 4 Seasons beer sampler, N. went for the Baron's Picks. Four small glasses on each (one of which was on both of our lists), so seven beers in total.


Raspberry Fruit Beer
Server and tasting notes say: It's tart, not sweet. The tasting notes say the pale beer allows 'the wonderful flavour and colour of the fruit to dominate the taste, look and aroma'.
We say: Has a honeyed-amber colour and candied apple smell. First bite of fruit blows you away, then it settles to a more beer-dominated taste. Fruit is sour and tarty, and actually does taste like fruit as opposed to fruit-flavouring. A good pint to share with friends as a novelty. "Visit fruit beer town, but it's not a place to live."

Belgian Wit (with a slice of orange)
They say: Soft texture and colour, fruity flavours from coriander, orange peel and a special yeast. 
We say: Hazy wheat colour (or, according to N., 'pee'). Smells kind of sweet. N. gets hints of guest soap. Zingy taste to start, dwindling to minimal aftertaste. N. now tastes soap, and deems this not good. This beer is all up-front, like an ageing woman in a low cut top, it's giving too much away with nothing to follow. "Bathe in it, maybe. Don't drink it."
* Did not finish tasting glass.


India Pale Ale
They say: Copper brew with roasted note and strong hop bitterness.
We say: Golden amber colour, tastes like pot pouri. It has more body than Stella though, so that's a good sign. It's a beer for beer's sake. Drink it if it's free, but don't go our of your way. "Myeah?"

Pilsner Lager
They say: German-style lager, deep golden hue with malty nose. First tastes sweet with dry, hoppy bitter finish.
We say: Looks and smells like a beer that is comfortable with being beer. This is not dressing in florals, although it has slight hints of that in its background. An easy-drinking beer, likely a barbecue crowd-pleaser. Can take anywhere - "the dressy t-shirt of beers" according to N. I see it as the immigrant of beers. It has some fruitiness in its background, perhaps the trace of an accent, but is happily ensconced in BeerVille.
Thumbs up.


Helles Bock
They say: Pale, strong German lager has a frothy white head which gives way to sweet malty flavour with hints of currants and oranges.
We say: Look and smells like straight-up beer, but not nearly as pungent as the VBs of the world. Tasty, with a tangy aftertaste. I like it: It's more like a beer with wheat-beer notes as opposed to liquid bread dough. "It's friends with wheat beer, but it hasn't moved in with it, and quite happily so."
N.'s less of a fan. It's not a girlie beer at all. "It's not Gucci," she says.

E.S.B. (Extra Special Bitter)
They say: This copper coloured ale has a malty body with hints of chocolate and black currants. 
We say: Yum! Dark amber beer with a solid body and dark-ish aftertaste. I smell dark honey, N. smells 'a buffet of non-sweet desserts. Cinnamony, caramelly pastry.' Sadly, beer has gone flat while tasting other brews. Has a burnt toffee aftertaste. "A mealy Christmas Day beer."



Cobblestone Stout
They say: Traditional Irish style stout with creamy pour, roasted malt favour and hint of roasted walnuts and chocolate.
We say: Looks dark and rich. Smells like caramelly stout with coffee to me. N. just gets chemicals. New carpet, perhaps? Doesn't smell as rustic and country as it looks.
Soft to start, followed by an avalanche of texture. A bit watery after food (hello quesadilla!), so could definitely do with a bit more up-front. N. is not a huge fan, but then again, she's not a fan of stouts.  "Definitely a destination beer. One doesn't land here accidentally"
Sadly, was undone by the fact we tried the Coffee Porter on the way into the restaurant. The Coffee Porter is the suave adults that this beer likely one day wants to become.

The verdict?
Winner of the day, by consensus, was the E.S.B. That was a bit if a surprise choice, but a well earned win all-round. The Coffee Porter, had it been on our tasting flight trays, would have also been a solid contender.

Two discerning ladies and a whole lotta beer

The day dawned grey and misty, the city a hazy monochrome as we two discerning ladies headed out for a day on the town. Wearing colourful autumn frocks, tights and scarfs, and practical walking shoes, Toronto was ours for the day!
So what is a pair of dapper damsels to do to while away the hours? Toronto has too much to offer for a short trip. Kensington market? One of the three Chinatowns? A stop in Little Italy/Korea/Brazil/Portugal/Jamaica/the other Little Italy? Faced with such a dilemma, we decided to order the degustation menu instead, and have lots of little bites, leaving the bulk for another time.

First stop: Yorkville, chi-chi home to the renovated Royal Ontario Museum and its crazy crystal addition, high end stores and the Shoe Museum. N. debated buying some Jimmy Choos in Holt Renfrew; I debated buying a wonderful dragonfly brooch at the Ontario Craft Council's guild shop (until N. swept over and grabbed it to buy it on my behalf. Cheeky thing!) We browsed the Bata Shoe Museum and deemed it less enthralling than its name would suggest. One level is devoted to the history and construction of shoes, one level to 'superstar' shoes, and another to... the history and construction of shoes. Hmmm. Perhaps they missed something? Like the art, vanity, pain and devotion these objects can often inspire (or inflict)? We left a little disappointed.

1930s Perugias, I covet thee

From there we jumped on the subway and headed to the Distillery District. Apparently it used to be home to Gooderham and Worts Distillery, which indeed sounds like a tasty beverage. Apparently the remaining nook of Victorian Industrial buildings is the largest such stand in North America. Impressive, perhaps, if Europe weren't full of entire towns like this. These days the place is a tourist and arts haven, its cobblestone streets regularly hosting music festivals and art shows like the one we stumbled upon.
Intending to go to Balzacs for a glass of wine and a snack before browsing (it's the upstairs cafe used in the television show Being Erica, for those who watch it), we instead found a big line-up and darted around the corner to the Mill Street Brew Pub. Yep, the distillery district now only makes beer. We opted for a tasting plate of house brews each, and a quesadilla to share. Our tasting notes are below, and can also be found on N.'s blog, which incidentally is a rollicking good read of her classic American adventure. Check it out.

Mmmm. Beery beer. Full review HERE.

Slightly happy, we devoured some artisanal chocolates containing balsamic vinegar truffle (delicious!) and fir truffle (piney!), went shopping and then trundled back to downtown for a spot of Brazil Day festivities at Yonge-Dundas Square, and a quiet cocktail and highbrow chat at legendary Peter Pan's on Queen West, safe in the knowledge that T. was at hope cooking up a delicious feast for our return. Beautiful!

Next day was Niagara Falls and Niagara-On-The-Lake, and sadly, the last day of the visit. We thought we had one last city day up our sleeve, but a belated check of the itinerary ruled that out. Instead of slurping coffee in the local cafe, we were instead heading to the airport at an ungodly hour. 
My little heart sank as I watched N's white trilby disappear into the maw of Pearson International. Tis wonderful to have time with old friends on new turf. Until next time, my lovely!

Monday 6 September 2010

Itty bitty fun

A little bit of Brisbane has landed in my Toronto midst. The lovely Nat used to live literally down the hill -- a veritable marble toss -- from me in Brissy, and for the week is inhabiting our front room on Indian Rd. Naturally, this means we're in for some touristy goodness!
So far, Nat has been treated to: bucketing summer rain a-la BrisVegas as we got groceries on her first night here; being rained on while sauntering the Roncesvalles shopping strip; watching the delightful golden sunset suddenly turn to a dark downpour as we watched Romeo & Juliet in High Park; delighting in endless grey drizzle at Bobcaygeon, Ont.; and today, wandering through occasional showers as we explored the streets of Toronto.  Such is life at the end of an Ontario summer.


SJ, N, me and T, snaking our way to relative shelter at the rained-out Shakespeare In The Park

It's not all been wet and woeful. (Although, when it is, that simply gives us a good reason to duck inside for a wee spot of something tasty. Or, as would have it in Bobcaygeon, a hamlet in the Kawartha Lakes region, enough rye and ginger to get us elbowing our way into the karaoke action. We showed those kids a thing or two...)
We got to go walking in the wilderness at Dorset, Ontario:


And today we not only shopped in Yorkville, visited the Shoe Museum and partook in the Brazil Day festivities, we also conducted a thorough sampling and review of the Mill Street BrewPub offerings at the Distillery District. Full review to come!