Summerlicious Review II

B and I went out for Summerlicious at Canoe on Tuesday night. The restaurant is on the 54th floor of the TD Bank building, so it offers a fabulous view, even at 9:45, which was the only reservation we could get. (It was almost 10:00 before we were seated, in part, I suspect, because people were enjoying the view too much to leave their seats.) The ambience was also fabulous--all gold and white and plush and exposed brick; it was a great mix of rustic and luxurious. The food, sadly, was the most disappointing part of the evening. It was visually striking, but only okay tasting. It wasn't bad, but I've had better at much cheaper restaurants. The menu: hearts of romaine salad, pork tenderloin with summer squash and couscous, and a caramel butternut tart for dessert. I hope their regular fare is better than what they offered up for Summerlicious.

Last night I went over to AmericanAnglo's place for television night. Since we have neither "Alias" nor "The Amazing Race" to watch this summer, we've switched over to AmericanAnglo's extensive DVD collection, which has the advantage of making television night much more flexible, although a little less exciting. Right now we're slowly working our way through the first season of "Roswell." AmericanAnglo's new boyfriend joined us for TV night for the first time. There was general agreement among all present as to his high level of attractiveness, enthusiastically expressed the moment he stepped out the door. (FrenchWriter and his boyfriend pounced on AmericanAnglo for details as soon as NewGuy left. Admittedly, they were a bit drunk.) I'm hoping NewGuy turns out to be nice as well as cute; AmericanAnglo deserves it.

Today MasseyPrincess leaves for Montreal with friends, and I clean up the apartment for the weekend. I'm also going to be transcribing interviews, coding interview transcriptions, and working on editing the Heritage report. I'd like to get out to a Fringe Festival show, and probably to dinner, but apart from that, I suspect this is going to be largely a working-weekend.

Adventures in Cleaning

For various reasons, mostly things like spending weekends at B's place, going out to dinner with various people, and spending television night at AmericanAnglo's place, I haven't been home a lot in the evenings. In fact, I've only cooked dinner at home once in the past two weeks.

Today I decided to clean out the fridge.

Usually I'm pretty good at keeping up with the fridge-cleaning-out, catching things just as they're about to go and tossing them before they get really disgusting. I discovered today that I'm much less good at it when I don't cook at home. It's much easier, when I'm not actually using the food, to ignore the fact that the tomatoes are slowly turning colours that even heritage tomatoes should never be, and that the sweet potato I forgot has turned into a science project and is well on its way to becoming a piece of modern art. When I'm not cooking, I can just reach in, grab a glass of water or the container of ice cream, and close the door.

(This might be a partial explanation of why MasseyPrincess never seems to get around to cleaning out the fridge, even when she acknowledges that it really, really needs it.)

I'm going to need a shower when I'm done in there. But first, I have to clean the bathroom.