Mood mellow
Alternative career option. And a place that kneads your pain. That's what the Shiatsu Institute on College Street offers. A two year full time (8:30 to 4:00) program will set you back 12K. A treatment by a qualified therapist is 52$/hour. If somebody did the math, working full time would mean breakeven in a few months for a popular practice.
Obviously this must be a portable job, meaning one could land in a strange city, setup shop and goto work with nothing more than the rent covered, a shingle hung out in plain view, and a few word of mouth references to get the public relations going.
Having passed this place about a dozen times in our last few midweek trips, curiousity got the better of me. Which is how I landed up inside and found all this out. One of the curious things about this street is the number of other options that turned up in close vicinity. A restaurant that offers free dancing lessons ... A theatre that plays to alternate muses. A cinema hall dedicated to festival films (by the way I'm going to this place on Saturday to catch Night Watch a Russian movie as part of a moviegoers club based in North York)
Obviously there are enough options to keep evenings fully booked in the crackberry of choice.
But hey, midweek for us begins with a pitcher and ends with a load of Ammo. If that doesn't make sense, you need to begin at the beginning and keep coming back till you reach this end.
El Bodegon, a Peruvian restaurant we'd visited before turned out in our sights. We went primarily to reacquaint ourselves with the waitress we'd met there on our last visit. She was Latin, She was Tall, She was Hot. And we never did find out her name. Neither did we this time around. For she wasn't there. Despite this minor inconvenience a pitcher of Amsterdam blonde put us into mood mellow. The place was crowded this time around. We couldn't believe the size of the entrees. They were let me put it this way not for the casual dilettante who like to pick up their bites on the end of a toothpick. I ordered Pork chops and it came with sauteed onions, rice and potatoes. Enough there to make a grown man fill up to the top of his brim. Peter had the steak and it came with beans, rice, fried bananas and sauteed onions.
To fill in the waiting we ordered grilled calamaris on greens for an appetiser. This is the kind of meal that we could gladly serve a condemned man for his last meal. 'nuff said!
We passed a lonely spire that had been hemmed in by a nicely curved condo. Luckily whoever had designed it had taken the trouble to blend it in, so that it looked like part of the last bit left of the church steeple, nicely done in red brick and black roofed to contrast with the aged red brick and dark green steeple of the spire.
At Ammo we picked up a Latin movie about an underground gambling cult, a Korean Horror movie, a thai action flick and a taiwanese dirty harry type action movie. Should tide us over to next mid week at least without indigestion of the adrenaline glands hopefully.
We walked about a bit after that as well. A slight drizzle meant that the budding shoots glistened that much darker in the streetlights. Surprisingly the streets were quieter than usual. The drive home was very quiet, and there was a stillness about the lake, and all around us that left us with the kind of hushed feeling you get in church sometimes when everybody's gone home. It's the kind of night when you want to roast some chestnuts by the waterfront and sip a steaming hot mug of cider. Mood mellow like a comfortable old blanket all around us ..
Obviously this must be a portable job, meaning one could land in a strange city, setup shop and goto work with nothing more than the rent covered, a shingle hung out in plain view, and a few word of mouth references to get the public relations going.
Having passed this place about a dozen times in our last few midweek trips, curiousity got the better of me. Which is how I landed up inside and found all this out. One of the curious things about this street is the number of other options that turned up in close vicinity. A restaurant that offers free dancing lessons ... A theatre that plays to alternate muses. A cinema hall dedicated to festival films (by the way I'm going to this place on Saturday to catch Night Watch a Russian movie as part of a moviegoers club based in North York)
Obviously there are enough options to keep evenings fully booked in the crackberry of choice.
But hey, midweek for us begins with a pitcher and ends with a load of Ammo. If that doesn't make sense, you need to begin at the beginning and keep coming back till you reach this end.
El Bodegon, a Peruvian restaurant we'd visited before turned out in our sights. We went primarily to reacquaint ourselves with the waitress we'd met there on our last visit. She was Latin, She was Tall, She was Hot. And we never did find out her name. Neither did we this time around. For she wasn't there. Despite this minor inconvenience a pitcher of Amsterdam blonde put us into mood mellow. The place was crowded this time around. We couldn't believe the size of the entrees. They were let me put it this way not for the casual dilettante who like to pick up their bites on the end of a toothpick. I ordered Pork chops and it came with sauteed onions, rice and potatoes. Enough there to make a grown man fill up to the top of his brim. Peter had the steak and it came with beans, rice, fried bananas and sauteed onions.
To fill in the waiting we ordered grilled calamaris on greens for an appetiser. This is the kind of meal that we could gladly serve a condemned man for his last meal. 'nuff said!
We passed a lonely spire that had been hemmed in by a nicely curved condo. Luckily whoever had designed it had taken the trouble to blend it in, so that it looked like part of the last bit left of the church steeple, nicely done in red brick and black roofed to contrast with the aged red brick and dark green steeple of the spire.
At Ammo we picked up a Latin movie about an underground gambling cult, a Korean Horror movie, a thai action flick and a taiwanese dirty harry type action movie. Should tide us over to next mid week at least without indigestion of the adrenaline glands hopefully.
We walked about a bit after that as well. A slight drizzle meant that the budding shoots glistened that much darker in the streetlights. Surprisingly the streets were quieter than usual. The drive home was very quiet, and there was a stillness about the lake, and all around us that left us with the kind of hushed feeling you get in church sometimes when everybody's gone home. It's the kind of night when you want to roast some chestnuts by the waterfront and sip a steaming hot mug of cider. Mood mellow like a comfortable old blanket all around us ..
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