Take two
Whether tis better to suffer thirst pint by pint or
with one pitcher take arms against a weekload of bullshit
...
Midweek has a knack of arriving exactly on time. The usual route is via 427, down to Queensway up through to Gardiner, down through Lakeshore and then cut through by the Ex all the way up to College. As can be imagined in the right company that route can usually be counted on to decompress even a tightly wound watch.
Tonight however existential choices seemed more appropriate than selecting a new place to explore.
Such moments do tend to bring out the flashbacks in technicolor. Images of delectably fried chicken wings lovingly brushed with Tabasco set the tastebuds tingling. Cold beer in copious quanties poured down memory lane and drowned out all other options.
Before we had a chance to cast our ballots we found ourselves settling into the comfortable booths, the same one from last week incidentally. And once again the waitress appeared like a genie out of a rather commodious bottle. This time the faintest hint of a smile along with the same understated politeness. In one of those rare moments where one finds the other finishing your thoughts we had ordered wings, beer, more wings, more beer, calamari and pizza topped with black angus steaks and jalapeno peppers.
About a couple of hours later, and a couple of contented belches later, we were sauntering our way slowly down to Ammo. Not much talk tonight. More like nodded ummms and aaaahs. South Side Louie's was indeed not destined to remain a one nighter in our books.
Maybe it was the rather sumptous repast, maybe it was the nostalgia once again rose tinting our tilted views, but we ended up buying The 39 Steps and La Dolce Vita. Obviously going from the Rhodesian returned Hannay's adventures to the jaundiced immorality of Marcello is not the same route for even hardened criterion collectors but as you all know by now, we're not just into the usual suspects anymore.
with one pitcher take arms against a weekload of bullshit
...
Midweek has a knack of arriving exactly on time. The usual route is via 427, down to Queensway up through to Gardiner, down through Lakeshore and then cut through by the Ex all the way up to College. As can be imagined in the right company that route can usually be counted on to decompress even a tightly wound watch.
Tonight however existential choices seemed more appropriate than selecting a new place to explore.
Such moments do tend to bring out the flashbacks in technicolor. Images of delectably fried chicken wings lovingly brushed with Tabasco set the tastebuds tingling. Cold beer in copious quanties poured down memory lane and drowned out all other options.
Before we had a chance to cast our ballots we found ourselves settling into the comfortable booths, the same one from last week incidentally. And once again the waitress appeared like a genie out of a rather commodious bottle. This time the faintest hint of a smile along with the same understated politeness. In one of those rare moments where one finds the other finishing your thoughts we had ordered wings, beer, more wings, more beer, calamari and pizza topped with black angus steaks and jalapeno peppers.
About a couple of hours later, and a couple of contented belches later, we were sauntering our way slowly down to Ammo. Not much talk tonight. More like nodded ummms and aaaahs. South Side Louie's was indeed not destined to remain a one nighter in our books.
Maybe it was the rather sumptous repast, maybe it was the nostalgia once again rose tinting our tilted views, but we ended up buying The 39 Steps and La Dolce Vita. Obviously going from the Rhodesian returned Hannay's adventures to the jaundiced immorality of Marcello is not the same route for even hardened criterion collectors but as you all know by now, we're not just into the usual suspects anymore.
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