Monthly Archives: December 2011

On Late Nite Bites …

Whether you’re a born and bred Torontonian or a relocated Canadian of sorts, you’re aware of how rapidly this city is expanding, and it is exciting to be a part of the growth. Countless times, we’ve heard our beloved Toronto compared to the great and vast American cities of Chicago and NYC. Last night we were at the Lakeview Restaurant, and we think it helps solidify the validity of these comparisons …

New York is notoriously the city that never sleeps. But our nocturnal experiences in Toronto over the past year or so have made us realize that it, too, fosters a serious late night/early morning culture.  Any city that supports a network of night crawlers must have good, accessible, all-night eateries. They can serve as a last stop to fill the belly before bed, or a quick fueling station before the party goes after-hours. The Lakeview reminds us of 24 hour diners in NYC: full of young drunks, and cheerfully sketchy. Yet there is something very satisfying — maybe even profound — about the experience of eating with your fellow partiers in an environment like that.

The Lakeview originally opened in 1932. Presumably, at that time, one could actually view the Lake from Dundas and Ossington. (If you have any information on this subject, please, dear reader, enlighten us! We’re balls at topography, but we love to learn!) In 1947, the restaurant was reopened as The Lakeview Lunch, which was its longest incarnation and the one many Torontonians best recall. From what I could gather, reading reviews and reminiscences, it was a loveable (?) dive. A BlogTO review from 2007 (http://www.blogto.com/restaurants/lakeviewlunch) is affectionate, but many of the comments vehemently contradict the reviewer’s impressions. Regardless, it seems obvious the Lunch was in need of a major overhaul, which is what it received in 2008.

Today, the place looks and feels amazing. As others have noted, it embodies charming kitsch dujour — just like countless other places in Toronto. The difference is that at the Lakeview, there’s a solid foundation of history underneath that retro textured wallpaper. And … well … maybe it was the joint we’d smoked prior to entry, but I swear you can just feel it.

All history aside, though, the place is slickly run by some very clever people who understand their target market. The music is indie, the servers are alternawhatever, and the food is retro trash. Yes, they serve disco fries! The words “organic,” “free-run,” and “naturally raised” all appear on the menu. It’s a neighbourhood place. And it is, literally, always open. For those countless members of our generation who crave tradition, authenticity, and a sense of community … it’s bangarang magic.

And that’s what we want it to be. We probably won’t ever head there for brunch, lunch, or dinner. We’re blessed with so many great restaurants in our area that can serve up those traditional meals far better than The Lakeview can. It is, after all, a diner. But it’s majestic, somehow … rich with past. And at three am, it is everything we crave.

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Joyful MENH!

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Yeti MENH!

Nothing says wintertime like a grinnin’ Yeti! This one we happened across in Kensington Market and we believe he is friendly!

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Am I Raight?

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Painting on Water

Something pretty to look at and some inspiration for the artist inside us.

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The Black Keys – Lonely Boy

Fresh Keys. The Dancing Man is in his best form here.

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An Oldie but a goodie…

This is my kind of baby!

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Okay, this just has to happen.

Obsession sounds like this:

Lyrics:

They heard me singing and they told me to stop
Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock
These days my life, I feel it has no purpose
But late at night the feelings swim to the surface

‘Cause on the surface the city lights shine
They’re calling at me, come and find your kind
Sometimes I wonder if the world’s so small
That we can never get away from the sprawl

Living in the sprawl
Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains
And there’s no end in sight
I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights

We rode our bikes to the nearest park
Sat under the swings and kissed in the dark
We shield our eyes from the police lights
We run away, but we don’t know why

And like a mirror, the city lights shine
They’re screaming at us, “We don’t need your kind”
Sometimes I wonder if the world’s so small
That we can never get away from the sprawl

Living in the sprawl
Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains
And there’s no end in sight
I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights

They heard me singing and they told me to stop
Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock
Sometimes I wonder if the world’s so small
Can we ever get away from the sprawl?

Living in the sprawl
Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains
And there’s no end in sight
I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights

I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights

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That’s it. we are turning this car around.

Enough Already!

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I hope that’s not a cobra in my drain pipe!

Every time I take a shower I find myself standing in at least a foot of water. This is because both my room mate and I have long-ass hair that I know is sitting in a slimy, scary clump inside my drain pipe. Instead of running to my landlord, whom actually without exaggeration stood gagging and swearing at my bathroom sink last time I called him in for repair, I am going to attempt to Do It Myself. (Something that all around I am trying to get better at). Stay Tuned.

In the meantime, this is the video that inspired me to try it:

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Endorphins For Free

Sad menh: Working for 15 straight hours.
Glad menh: Coming home and discovering these 38 seconds of magic!

Thank you http://www.jezebel.com

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Washed Out – Amor Fati

This song makes me think that everything is just the way it should be…

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Take a break.

I think that everyday we should take at least two minutes to ourselves to think about nothing at all.

http://www.donothingfor2minutes.com

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MENnnnnnnnnH!

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Unhunh. Yep.

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MENH!

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You’re Stopping?! But… But why?

There are many types of people in this world, but I like to narrow them down into two categories: Those that love nature videos and those that aren’t fussed. I, of course, am the former. I have been watching nature documentaries since forever and a day, so I am more than familiar with the voice of broadcaster Sir David Attenborough, perhaps best known for his narration of the BBC series Planet Earth.

The imagery in this series is hauntingly powerful and impressive and yet it is the soothing, accented voice of Sir David that delights me to no end, leaving me yearning to learn more about the Squat Lobster, the Gila Woodpecker, the Nubian Ibex and the Pygmy Seahorse. His description regarding the mating rituals of the elusive Ground Tit can keep me rapt for hours.

I am legitimately saddened by the news of Sir David’s retirement. I simply cannot imagine who is going to fill his shoes (rumours are circling that it will be Daniel Craig), but frankly I am concerned for the future of the nature documentary. I realize he is 85, but he has a voice that is like a rare elixir; not a single drop should be squandered.

In any event, he can now spend the last years of his life staying in fancy hotels, (something he apparently likes to do), and I will re-watch the Planet Earth box set when I become nostalgic for his elucidative and mollifying voice.

I have posted a link for short but beautiful video to celebrate this great man. Enjoy!

http://creativity-online.com/work/bbc-what-a-wonderful-world-with-sir-david-attenborough/25508

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