California Dreamin'

In the last seven days, I have inhaled six of these ridiculously messy, incredibly gigantic, fabulously gratifying sandwiches from California Sandwiches and thought it befitting to blog about this local family-owned and -operated business, which I only recently stumbled upon but which has been in existence since 1967.

The very first shop opened its doors in Toronto's Little Italy not long after the Papa/Bertucci family discovered that their grocery store's homemade sandwiches had been bringing in more clients for lunch than for groceries, and since that time, this family establishment has expanded to 12 locations across the Greater Toronto Area, the newest one having just opened in the heart of downtown Toronto at the crossroads of Yonge and College.

I don't just like these sandwiches; I am in love with them. California Sandwiches is my new go-to place for lunch, dinner, and any craving in between. Their concept is simple: a menu of seven varieties of sandwiches (veal, chicken, eggplant, meatball, sausage, steak, and veggie), all made with the same daily baked kaiser bun and signature Italian ground tomato sauce, with your choice of seven toppings (jalapeño peppers, sautéed onions, sweet peppers, rapini, mushrooms, mixed veggies, and provolone cheese) and level of intensity (sweet, medium, or hot). The result? A heavenly culinary creation that will have you salivating and coming back time and again.

Colombia Demystified

Exactly two months ago today, I arrived at Bogotá's El Dorado International Airport with no concrete sense of what to expect. Friends and family were divided in terms of their reaction to my decision to venture off to what has unfairly been perceived as a crime-infested land of drug lords and narcoterrorists. While there is a list of destinations I have yet to check off, I have travelled extensively enough (76 cities in 26 countries, to date) to say that Colombia's capital is really no more dangerous than any other city to which I have been.

Cerro Monserrate

Perched over 2,600 metres above sea level and home to approximately 8 million people, Bogotá is a thriving metropolis that boasts a plethora of world-class cultural institutions (75 museums and nearly 200 art galleries), shopping centres (well over 100, with many more on the way), and gastronomic indulgences (arepas and obleas, oh my!). It is a city that is so vibrant, so colourful, and so eclectic that one visit in no way is sufficient to thoroughly appreciate the rich history and culture of Bogotá, yet in the short time that I was there, I felt privileged to have had that rare glimpse into the everyday life of its people, and I write this today in the hope of encouraging others to experience first-hand the marvels of this fascinating Colombian capital.

Caldo: traditional Colombian soup made with
eggs, potatoes, and cilantro
Arepa: cornbread, typically pan-fried and stuffed with
cheese, mushrooms, chicken, or other filling

While travel articles pop up every now and then that make an admirable attempt at dispelling the myths related to the dangers of travelling to Colombia, those articles are, sadly, very few and far between. More often than not, media outlets have a tendency to report on the problems that afflict this South American nation, opting for the sensationalized version of events and depicting a rather dramatic image that is subsequently adapted to Hollywood blockbusters and ingrained in the minds and imaginations of impressionable outsiders.

As a born and bred Canadian, in a country known the world over for its peace-keeping efforts, I have travelled to various parts and seen plenty throughout my adventures, and I can honestly state that not once did I feel unsafe or in danger during my stay in Bogotá. Of course, to be fair, there are neighbourhoods and pockets within the city that one would be apt to avoid, and It is accurate to say that one would be prudent to keep a low profile at all times (although, quite frankly, this is a commonplace rule that applies to any tourist travelling to any part of the world), but all the perpetual warnings associated with travelling to Colombia should really be taken with a grain of salt.

La Candelaria

The reality is that this country has worked hard over the years to try to purge itself of its negative reputation, and the truth is that this reputation is not only unfair, but also quite unfortunate, because the situation in this country has improved tremendously in recent years and because its people and its culture have so much to offer to those who are receptive to discovering the unspoiled beauty that is Colombia.

Update: Stuart Weitzman Delivers

Moments after posting to Twitter back in November, I received a prompt reply from a courteous customer service representative for the US division of Stuart Weitzman. A few days later, immediately following the American Thanksgiving weekend, Alex, the Canadian customer service representative with whom I had spoken previously, gave me a call, this time apologizing for the situation and indicating that they were in a position to offer me a complimentary pair of pumps of my choice. A few days later, I received an expedited shipment from Stuart Weitzman.

For the first time since that incident, I am pleased to report that I decided to walk into the Stuart Weitzman boutique in Toronto. Within minutes, I purchased a pair of over-the-knee black crocodile-embossed leather boots. Thank you, Stuart Weitzman, for restoring my faith in your brand. And thank you, Twitter, for the power of the tweet!

Shoddy Stuart Weitzman Shoes

For all the ladies out there, I thought I would share with you the following correspondence that I recently sent to Stuart Weitzman's customer service department. An unapologetic lady by the name of Alex from their call centre responded, chalking up the situation to a case of "bad luck".

"Hi there. I purchased a pair of size 6.5, black suede Stuart Weitzman pumps at your Toronto location a while back. The other day, the heel on one of the shoes suddenly collapsed as I was approaching a busy downtown intersection. I took them to the store in their original box, along with the receipt as proof of purchase, only to be told via a phone call four days later that it was a simple matter of wear and tear, that I am past the three-month warranty period, and that there is nothing they can do about it.

"I am writing to let you know that this is an embarrassment that tarnishes the Stuart Weitzman name. While they don't compare to my higher-end shoes (Manolo Blahnik, Jimmy Choo, Christian Louboutin, Miuccia Prada), I am sure that shoes purchased at some lower-end establishment would far outlast the pair I had brought back to the store, in an otherwise perfectly good condition. In fact, I will be happy to photograph that flimsy suede-covered, plastic heel and post it on social media outlets to advise others against spending a single cent on such shoddy shoes.

"The store manager, Antonio Roberto, might benefit from taking a course on customer service. In similar situations, I have known other companies whose personnel would have been very gracious about either replacing the pair or providing a store credit. I find it difficult to believe that months of infrequent (perhaps a dozen times or so) of "wear and tear" would render these shoes in such condition. If, however, this is truly the case, then it certainly reflects poorly on the quality of craftsmanship of Stuart Weitzman products."

I am a young professional who, in just the last two years alone, has purchased four other pairs of shoes and/or boots from Stuart Weitzman, easily totalling over $2,500. The following shoes in question retailed at $365, a drop in the bucket in the grand scheme of things, yet I assure you that I will no longer be taking my business there. Bad luck, indeed—on the part of Stuart Weitzman.

Is this normal?!

Hey Lucy

A couple of girlfriends and I met up at Hey Lucy on King West after work on a recent weeknight (specifically for its Wednesday night martini feature), and I'm a tad embarrassed to concede that, after years of living in the Toronto Entertainment District, it's taken me this long to check this local haunt off my list of eateries.

For those of you who aren't familiar with the theatre district of this downtown neighbourhood, Hey Lucy is one of a number of restaurants that line the south side of King Street West between Blue Jays Way and John Street, to which theatre- and concert-goers are known to flock before and after shows at the Princess of Wales Theatre, the Royal Alexandra Theatre, or the Roy Thomson Hall.

While I try to avoid that strip of King Street on my way home from work most evenings (it can get somewhat annoying when you're solicited every 30 seconds by individual staff members whose job is to stand next to the heat lamp and offer a Vanna White display of their menu in an attempt to wave you in to their establishment), it's an interesting concentration of culinary eclecticism (Indian, Japanese, Asian fusion, Cajun/Creole, French, Italian) that showcases a few of Toronto's best international cuisines.

Crisp Pear and Goat Cheese Salad

At Hey Lucy, the atmosphere is inviting, the martini selection (over 20 varieties) is extensive, the music is catchy (well, if you're a fan of '80s music, that is), and the food is fabulous. Our only complaint was the service. Although the wait staff were pleasant, they decided to add a handful of drinks and an appetizer to the bill (one of my girlfriends happens to be a Chartered Accountant—a Certified Public Accountant for my readers south of the border) and, when we brought this accounting error to their attention, they still returned with the wrong subtotal. Nevertheless, let's move on to the menu ...

Cinnamon Hazelnut Dessert Pizza

While my friends, who had started off their Freedom 55 (retirement, anyone?) martinis with a serving of sweet-potato fries, migrated to a sharing platter of nachos baked with mozzarella, roasted onion, and grilled peppers and zucchini, I opted for the crisp pear and goat cheese salad. The baby spinach, dressed in a sweet onion vinaigrette and topped with cherry tomatoes and spicy pecans, was fresh, tender, and appetizing alongside the thinly sliced pear and creamy crumbled goat cheese. As tasty as it was, however, I'd have to say that the best part of the meal was dessert: a cinnamon hazelnut pizza, sprinkled with spoonfuls of cinnamon sugar, drizzled in melted semi-sweet chocolate chips, and served with a generous scoop of hazelnut ice cream and whipped cream. Mmm ... it was so mouth-watering that what had initially been intended as a shared dessert ended up being, um, more than half-devoured by yours truly (I do have a sweet tooth).

Hey Lucy ... I will definitely be coming back.

Hey Lucy is located at: 295 King Street West (John Street)

Paese (on King)

In his last blog post (dated May 28, 2010), Executive Chef Christopher Palik made "the big reveal" with the unveiling of Paese Ristorante on 333 King Street West—a welcome downtown addition to Tony Loschiavo's original location, where patrons have been enjoying his dishes for well over two decades on Bathurst Street in North York. Although Paese on King has been operational since late last spring, a bit of clever marketing finally prompted me to walk through its bright orange door at the start of this year.

Lobster & Basil Crespelle

Modern, crisp designs lend an air of sophistication to this neighbourhood restaurant that prides itself on its philosophy of creating Italy-inspired meals in a made-in-Canada approach. Upon stepping inside, I couldn't help but remark on the clean, loft-like architectural feel, yet with none of the pretentiousness all too often affiliated with certain establishments that try much too hard to be all trendy things (bar, club, lounge, restaurant) to all demographics. At Paese, staff are not only friendly and attentive, but also quite knowledgeable when it comes to its culinary creations (house-made pasta and fresh fish and seafood) and specially imported ingredients (mozzarella di buffalo and prosciutto di Parma).

Although deviating somewhat from its online selection, the menu features daily specials and provides enough variety to entice you to come back for more. For brunch the other day, I opted for the lobster and basil crespelle with marscapone and heirloom carrot sauce—a very appetizing seafood dish that contained a generous portion of lobster filling, wrapped delicately around a crisp, wafer-thin crêpe. Superb. Dessert? Pannetone with golden raisins, citrus, chestnut gelato, and dark-chocolate sauce—not thoroughly defrosted on the inside and, well, an item that did leave something to be desired ... but perhaps an opportunity to try the dark-chocolate terrine on my next visit to Paese ;).

Paese Ristorante is located at: 333 King Street West (between Blue Jays Way and John Street)

Visual Eats: The Sultan's Tent & Café Moroc

Mango Salmon: pan-seared fillet, topped with mango salsa and served with saffron basmati rice and Moroccan root vegetables

Mint tea: Moroccan loose-leaf tea, sweetened and steeped with fresh mint leaves

The Sultan's Tent & Café Moroc (read the review) is located at: 49 Front Street East (Church Street)

Visual Eats: 259 Host

Thin, crisp lentil wafers with tangy mango chutney

Saag Panir: fresh baby spinach and panir cheese cubes sautéed with tomato, onion, and garlic

Butter Chicken: boneless chicken tikka cooked in a creamy tomato sauce

Gulab Jamun served with cardamom and saffron-flavoured ice cream

259 Host (read the review) is located at: 259 Wellington Street West (between Blue Jays Way and John Street)

These Are Special Times

It's beginning to look a lot (more) like Christmas these days, now that my adorable little evergreen tree, adorned with mini pinecones and ornaments, sits decoratively in my living room while I sip on some spiced apple cider and listen to Sarah McLachlan (Wintersong), Michael Bublé (Let It Snow), and Céline Dion (These Are Special Times) sing about a river, a grown-up Christmas list, and chestnuts roasting on an open fire.

Though Christmas has in the last ten years been somewhat of a bittersweet occasion for me, the holiday season brings a lot of festive joy for many and, for me, still remains one of the most special times of the year—a time to be thankful for all our blessings, a time to cherish our family and loved ones, and a time to reflect on another year gone by and to look to the new one with a renewed sense of hope and optimism.

To all my loyal readers, both here and abroad, may this holiday season be filled with much love, hope, and happiness. As a new year approaches, I leave you with the following—a thought-provoking quotation that caught my eye while brunching at Luma the other day (and one that is discreetly engraved on the stainless-steel railing of the BlackBerry Lounge in the TIFF Bell Lightbox):

Don't just like. LIKE is watered-down love. Like is mediocre. Like is the wishy-washy emotion of the content. Athletes don't do it for the like of a sport. Artists don't suffer for the like of art. There is no I like N.Y. T-shirt. And Romeo didn't just like Juliet. LOVE. Now that's powerful stuff. Love changes things. Upsets things. Conquers things. Love is at the root of everything good that has ever happened and will ever happen. LOVE what you do.

Visual Eats: Boulevard Café

Tender, moist rainbow trout, contrasted with thick, rough bundles of chewy, difficult-to-eat bok choy and deep-fried yuca

Alfajor (caramel layered shortbread cake)

Boulevard Café is located at: 161 Harbord Street (Borden Street, between Bathurst Street and Spadina Avenue)

Visual Eats: The Gladstone Hotel

Piri Piri Chicken & Quinoa Salad: crisp marinated boneless chicken on a salad of roasted squash, figs, and quinoa with Portuguese salsa

The Gladstone Hotel is located at: 1214 Queen Street West (Dufferin Street)

Oliver & Bonacini

Peter Oliver and Michael Bonacini are the culinary masterminds behind a stellar group of restaurants that began with its now-legendary Jump (a favourite among business tycoons in the Financial District) and has since expanded its operations to include Canoe (perched atop the TD Canada Trust Tower, one of two renowned restaurants in the city—the other is 360 Restaurant at the CN Tower—offering a spectacular view of the Toronto skyline), Biff's Bistro (a modern Parisian eatery by the St. Lawrence Market), and Oliver & Bonacini Café Grill (five locations throughout Ontario).

The partners, also responsible for Soma Chocolatemaker in the Distillery Historic District, recently celebrated the addition of two new establishments with the opening of O&B Canteen, a fresh-market café and bakery, in August, followed a few weeks later by the upscale Luma, situated on the upper level of the TIFF Bell Lightbox—the new home of the Toronto International FIlm Festival and a striking architectural beauty that graces the northwest corner of King and John Streets.

Spinach Salad

At brunch recently at Luma, I ordered the spinach salad with shaved fennel and radicchio, alongside a serving of O&B's very own artisan toast with butter. Sprinkled with pine nuts and dressed in a lemon vinaigrette, the spinach salad would have been just as tasty with half the amount of sodium, but was of a good portion size and a light alternative that left ample room for dessert: warm pear galette with vanilla and ginger ice cream—a danish-like puff pastry that was good but nothing extraordinary.

Warm Pear Galette

I did, however, take quite a liking to the loose-leaf mint tea, which remained at just the right temperature in the handsome clay teapot sitting tastefully in the equally handsome dining room furnished with rich wood, leather and stone interiors, and designed with remarkable floor-to-ceiling views of the theatre strip along King Street West.

Although the menu at Luma is somewhat limited in selection, the quality and freshness of the ingredients, coupled with the exquisite presentation of the dishes, make this venue an ideal meeting place for brunch or dinner prior to catching one of a number of independent films at this swanky five-storey entertainment complex in the heart of downtown Toronto.

Luma is located at: 330 King Street West (John Street)

The Sultan's Tent

Charred Seafood Salad

Having frequented this establishment for quite some time now, I thought it only befitting to dedicate this next blog post to what my mentor and I fondly refer to as "The Tent"—The Sultan's Tent, that is. Located in the St. Lawrence Market neighbourhood, right across the street from the Flatiron Building, The Sultan's Tent & Café Moroc figures on my list of top Toronto restaurants and is sure to please even the most discerning diners among us.

M'Hancha

Specializing in Northwest African cuisine with a French Mediterranean influence, this beautifully adorned restaurant serves a sumptuous array of traditional dishes amidst a regal yet cozy backdrop—an elegant setting that momentarily transports you to a time and a place evocative of a sultan's palatial grounds. In fact, upon entering the establishment, you can't help but admire the luxurious hand-woven rug (a gift from the King of Morocco, no less) that graces the right-hand side of the wall and lends itself well to the restaurant's lavish interiors.

There are so many tantalizing items on their lunch, dinner, and dessert menus that I'm reluctant to steer your attention to those I consistently gravitate towards. However, here are some notable mentions that will perhaps whet your palate and provide you with a glimpse into what you can expect:

• Charred Seafood Salad: seared shrimp, scallops, and calamari, served over a bed of lettuce and drizzled with Champagne vinaigrette and a saffron emulsion (as I find the saffron emulsion, loaded with a tad too much mayonnaise, a bit overpowering for what is otherwise a light, refreshing appetizer, I always request that the chef go easy on this component)
• Grilled Vegetable Pita: seasoned grilled vegetables, broiled with Swiss cheese and served with fig jam and cardamon yogurt
• Mango Salmon: pan-seared fillet, topped with mango salsa and served with saffron basmati rice and Moroccan root vegetables
• Seafood Royale: seared jumbo shrimp, scallops, mussels, and calamari, served over a bed of saffron rice in a hearty lobster broth
• M'Hancha: crisp pastry roll, wrapped around slivered almonds and honey-enrobed raisins and sprinkled with powdered sugar and cinnamon. Consider this the sexy and much more sophisticated version of the classic Cinnabon roll. Mmm ... one of the most gratifying desserts ever.
• Mint Tea: Moroccan loose-leaf tea, sweetened and steeped with fresh mint leaves—so soothing that you'll end up sipping several cups of this before you'll want the bill to arrive.

The menu speaks for itself, doesn't it? Bon appétit!

The Sultan's Tent & Café Moroc is located at: 49 Front Street East (Church Street)

The Food of the Gods

One of my favourite reads comes from celebrated American pastry chef David Lebovitz, whose Living the Sweet Life in Paris is a personal collection of humorous anecdotes inspired by his years of living as an expatriate in Paris. For those feeling nostalgic or yearning for a taste of France, you'll find several cultural references mixed in with his signature tongue-in-cheek humour, along with a number of tempting recipes sprinkled throughout this well written memoir that are sure to keep the pages turning and have you coming back for more.

And ... if jetting off to Paris isn't in your immediate flight plans, there is, of course, another option of living the sweet life closer to home, thanks to an artisan chocolaterie tucked away in Toronto's Distillery Historic District. Yes, indeed, Soma Chocolatemaker is where you'll frequently find me wandering off to on a lazy Sunday afternoon (or just about whenever the urge arises) to indulge in its exquisite assortment of dark-chocolate truffles, scrumptious nuts and biscuits, refreshing gelato, or Mayan hot chocolate.

At Soma, you'd be remiss if you left without a bag full of goodies. Some of my all-time favourites include the wild cherries and slow-roasted almonds tumbled in dark Peruvian chocolate (64%); the light, crispy, wafer-thin almond chips; and the heavenly (read: orgasmic) crunchy spiced pecans. These handcrafted treats are such a pure delight that it's no wonder that an entire package is easily (and very often) consumed in just one sitting. Best of all, they're produced from high-quality, organic Fair Trade cacao beans, they're preservative- and junk-free, and they're made right before your eyes through the viewing windows of Soma's micro chocolate factory.

Now that the holiday season is upon us, there's also a variety of gift baskets and limited-edition X'mas 2010 collections for family, friends, and loved ones. There's the Ultimate Bowl of Plenty for the serious addicts in your life, there's also the Dark Chocolate Lover's Basket for those who prefer the darker side of indulgences (or are simply too posh for milk), and then there's the boxed triumvirate: the Revo(lution) Box, the Exploration Box, and the Elixir Box.

Yes, this is Huxley's Brave New World of chocolate, where "there is always soma, delicious soma, half a gramme for a half-holiday, a gram for a week-end, two grammes for a trip to the gorgeous East, three for a dark eternity on the moon ... "

Soma Chocolatemaker is located in Building 48 of the Distillery Historic District at: 55 Mill Street (between Parliament and Cherry Streets)

Dessert Trends

Just when I thought I had discovered all there was to know about my hometown, along came an American expatriate who, ironically enough, was the one who introduced me to this trendy community in the South Annex that, up until recently, had remained a hidden gem, unbeknownst to this epicurean Torontonian. Just north of College Street between Ossington and Spadina Avenues is Harbord Street, whose small-town charm and bohemian appeal can be attributed to its eclectic mix of bakeries, bistros, bookshops, music stores, restaurants, and bars.

My first encounter with this neighbourhood occurred one rainy evening not so long ago, when I had the pleasure of dining at The Harbord Room—an interesting establishment that offers a contemporary feel in an otherwise quaint, rustic ambience. The dimly lit tables, for instance, made for an ideal setting for either an intimate gathering of close friends or a romantic dinner for two, and service that evening was prompt, attentive, and friendly.

Of course, I can only speak for myself with respect to the meal (I ordered the whole grilled bronzini—and whole, indeed, it was), which, to paraphrase from the lips of a certain someone, was neither disappointing nor impressive. In other words, great company and stimulating conversation, peppered with some witty banter here and there, were the most appetizing aspects of dinner as far as I was concerned, yet a memorable dining experience it nonetheless was. The grilled bronzini? Mm ... not so much, but perhaps the risotto (with roasted squash, braised kale, toasted nuts, and fresh sheep's milk cheese), like the Ontario Harvest Venison (with squash purée and black currant jus), would have been the more delicious alternative ;).

Although the carrot cake with poached pears (served with vanilla ice cream, pistachio, and carrot cream parfait) was tempting for dessert, I opted instead for what had ultimately piqued my interest: DT Bistro, which I was told specialized in over 20 varieties of pastries, tarts, and cakes. Impressed, I most certainly was. In fact, I was quite the giddy little girl in the candy store or, in this case, this French-inspired pâtisserie.

It was still raining when we left the restaurant and crossed the street, only to discover that the bistro had closed about an hour earlier; however, perhaps upon seeing our doe-eyed expressions, Chef Donald Duong and co-founder Wayne O'Brien not only greeted us with an avuncular warmth and kindness, but also waved us in. While Chef Duong wished us a pleasant evening on his way out the door, Wayne turned the lights back on so that we could be seated, and then proceeded to provide us with the most hospitable service ever imaginable.

From apple flan and Bailey's cheesecake to blueberry parfait mousse and chocolate maple pecan, selecting from the dessert menu proved to be a bit of a challenge, but a decision was quickly made: key lime mousse and chocolate raspberry. Mmm ... a culinary delight, as well as the perfect finishing touch to a fabulous, fun-filled night.

The Harbord Room is located at: 89 Harbord Street (Spadina Avenue)

DT Bistro is located at: 154 Harbord Street (between Bathurst Street and Spadina Avenue)

TERRA Chips

My love affair with TERRA Chips arose from a couple of flights on Porter Airlines, which, like JetBlue Airways, began offering these tasty exotic root-vegetable chips on board its short-haul flights. I call it a love story for a couple of reasons: (1) the scarcity of this product in Canada requires that I go to great lengths to feed my current addiction; and (2) when I do stock up my pantry with these savoury treats, I often devour an entire 170-gram bag in one sitting (per day), which results in a vicious (but very delicious) cycle in my never-ending TERRA Chips adventure.

First of all, these chips aren't like any other (regular) potato chips. These are the real deal, uniquely beautiful both inside and out (what they proudly refer to as "the TERRA difference"), and, in all honesty, the only ones that have succeeded in converting this non-chip-eater to a chip aficionada. When it comes to TERRA, it's all or nothing—the whole package, if you will. Aside from how ridiculously intoxicating these chips are, they really do taste as good as they look and are a guilt-free indulgence ("a full serving of vegetables in every ounce"). From batata and parsnip to taro and yuca, they strike a satisfying balance with their complex, sometimes nutty, yet always intense and delicate bounty of flavours. This truly was ... (sigh!) ... love at first bite!

According to its website, TERRA Chips now come in over 30 varieties but, while their line of products seems to be readily available in hundreds of supermarkets, pharmacies, and health food stores across the United States, it is an odd rarity north of the border, where they are found only in gourmet food markets and in the specialty aisles of select supermarkets here in Toronto. Aside from the stark supply contrast that exists between the United States and Canada, there is also a noticeable price discrepancy that fuels an ongoing debate over cross-border shopping and makes me an avid proponent of it (perhaps something to keep in mind for a future blog posting).

For those residing in the downtown core of Toronto, you won't be able to find TERRA Chips in your local Sobeys, Metro, Rabba, or Longo's supermarkets (trust me—I've even tried different locations of the same store). However, for $6.39 (plus 13% tax), you can enjoy a 170-gram bag at Whole Foods Market in Yorkville (at present, available varieties include: Original, Mediterranean, Zesty Tomato, Sweet Potato, and Sweets and Beets). More recently, I discovered that you can indulge in exactly the same size and variety at Pusateri's for $7.99 but, if you can get yourself to a Loblaws (the closest one downtown is on Lower Jarvis at Queens Quay), that identical bag can be yours for just $4.99!

I'll have to do some research when I'm back in the States, but I have it on good authority that these chips sell for as little as $3.99 ($2.99 on special) at a neighbourhood Gristede's (NYC), though I'm curious to know if prices are consistent among other local retailers (The Food Emporium, Duane Reade, perhaps Dean & Deluca?). I also can't help but wonder how Canadian customs officials would react if they ever stumbled upon a carry-on luggage devoted solely to TERRA Chips while conducting a random baggage search—a humorous scenario if ever there was one ...

Sunday Brunch

Situated on the northwest corner of Portland and Adelaide Street West, Sadie's Diner and Juice Bar is an interesting local vegetarian/vegan eatery in downtown Toronto that features an extensive and reasonably priced all-day breakfast and drinks menu. Its down-to-earth atmosphere makes this a great place to meet up with friends for brunch and catch up over a generous serving of huevos rancheros ($10), buckwheat pancakes ($8.50), or scrambled tofu with veggie bacon or sausage ($7.50), but, sadly, this relaxed environment also translates into a very lazy and non-service-oriented kitchen and wait staff.

I decided to order a classic grilled cheese and tomato sandwich with salad ($6), along with a side dish of home-baked spinach and tofu samosas ($4). Taking my first bite out of the sandwich made me question whether or not it was, in fact, a cheese and tomato sandwich. Upon further inspection, and to my disappointment, I quickly discovered that the only ingredient between my otherwise decent-tasting sandwich was a layer of melted soy cheese between two buttered slices of Wonder whole-wheat bread. As for the samosas? Home-baked, perhaps, but then frozen and nuked in the microwave. Hmm ... a tad soggy and a very unappetizing appetizer.

After I inquired with wait staff about the grilled cheese and tomato-less sandwich, the server went to the kitchen and checked her notes, then returned to confirm that it was indeed a simple grilled cheese sandwich. I suppose I wasn't being all too explicit, however, when I followed up by indicating that it would still be nice to have some tomato prepared with this grilled cheese sandwich. Rather than apologizing and graciously offering to correct the order, the server then came back, somewhat flustered, and plopped down a side plate of two cold slices of tomato, perhaps thinking she was being generous by adding that she would only charge me for the grilled cheese sandwich ($5) and not for the two tomato slices. She then walked away. Lovely.

With so many fabulous brunch alternatives in the city, I can tell you now that I have no intention whatsoever of returning to this diner, nor will I be recommending this joint to family, friends, or colleagues. Instead, I'd be inclined to do them a favour by warning them against this establishment and offering up helpful alternatives. Trust me—you'd be better off taking your appetite and business elsewhere. Sadie's Diner no more.

Sadie's Diner and Juice Bar is located at: 504 Adelaide Street West (Portland Street)

The Fashionista in All of Us

A shopping excursion earlier this month at Toronto's flagship Holt Renfrew department store reminded me of Émile Zola's Au Bonheur des Dames, for which I wrote a dissertation in one of my French literature classes oh-so-long ago. It got me thinking about consumer culture and how, despite changes that have taken place over the years, certain social norms have remained fairly constant in the course of the past couple of centuries.

The advent of the department store marked an innovative development in the retail industry in 19th-century France, but also in other parts of the world: England had its Harrods (1834); Hong Kong, its Lane Crawford (1850); France, its Galeries Lafayette (1893); the United States, its Saks Fifth Avenue (1898); and Canada, its Holt Renfrew, whose origins date back to 1837—three decades prior to Confederation, interestingly enough.

Since then, there's been a rising trend towards the independent boutiques (along Toronto's Queen Street West and in Manhattan's SoHo district, for instance), but the high-end department store is of historic and social significance because of the way it has revolutionized consumer culture around the world. It continues to symbolize what Zola quite accurately described at the time as a shopper's paradise (consider the convenience of having all your favourite boutiques housed in one architecturally stunning building), and it's perhaps for this very reason that I often regard shopping as not just a leisure activity, but also a cherished experience for the fashionista in all of us.

A Word About ... Obnoxious Audience Members

Over the last two decades, I've attended enough shows—be they musicals, comedies, concerts, ballets, or operas—to realize that one is bound to encounter the occasional annoyances caused by ignorant, ill-mannered audience members: the disruptive group of teenagers who insist on carrying on a very audible conversation throughout the course of a play; the boorish clod who intentionally neglects to turn off his cell phone so that he can continue to receive unimportant calls and chat away in the middle of a jazz number (until a disgruntled neighbour turns around and tells him to shush, that is); or the big-haired woman seated in front of you who has her BlackBerry in the palm of her hand and allows the light from the screen to illuminate an otherwise dark theatre at five-minute intervals during a three-hour performance.

Nevertheless, those unpleasant incidents aren't what this blog post is about. No. This post is dedicated to that utterly obnoxious woman who was standing—not seated—two rows diagonal from me in orchestra centre of a recent Toronto performance of Rock of Ages. So, no, this post isn't even about a review of the musical. This is about that woman who, throughout nearly the entire duration of the show, chose to stand two metres from the stage and gyrate to the tunes of 80s rock music, perhaps reminiscing about her lost adolescent years or trying to relive her teenage fantasies as a rock star.

Forgive me if I come across as harsh with what I'm about to write here, but neither I nor the others seated around me went to this performance so that we could witness some buffoon make a fool of herself in front of a thousand other patrons at the Royal Alex. Not only were her wide hip twirls and dramatic arm-flinging off-putting to all those in proximity, but her provocative dance moves were a huge distraction to the cast members whose appalled (read: disgusted) facial expressions were clearly visible from where I was seated in the fourth row. To make matters worse, the woman motioned for her girlfriend to get up and dance with her each time she stood up, but thank goodness her friend had the good sense to shake her head (in mortification, no doubt).

As with certain other musicals where it's perfectly normal to want to sway in your seats and clap your hands in sync with the rhythm and beats of the music, I had no qualms with her overzealousness for the musical; what I—along with others both in the audience and on stage—found repulsive and distasteful was her unsolicited, attention-seeking participation in the performance and her disregard for the cast and other audience members. Perhaps she'd have been better off signing up as a contestant on So You Think You Can Dance but, as far as the rest of us were concerned, any entertainment value that she was hoping to contribute to that evening's musical performance was neither welcomed nor appreciated.