I apologize for the title, but I just couldn’t resist. If you’re offended at all, then just go read up on the current state of the NFL for ten minutes, then come back and my headline won’t seem so bad after all.
So who’s already guessed where we went? Oh you did, did you? Bet you think you’re pretty smart? Well you know what fuku! Let’s see how many times I can use that same joke in one post. Yeah we went to Momofuku noodle bar.
Happy Friday y’all. Thanks for mosey’in on over to these parts for a l’il look at what we got’ter say. Ugh terrible sentence, sorry about that, I’ll stop. But it did have a purpose. It was to introduce this week’s stop on FLHB.
First off a question: maybe I’m alone in this, but when you watch a Western style movie don’t the bars always look like fantastic places to drink? Lots of tables and big open spaces for playing poker and smashing a chair across someone’s face. That’s part of the reason I was excited to go to “The Local” – a new bar/restaurant in Liberty Village. It has a touch of that ‘saloon’ look to it, and part of me was hoping that a giant bar fight would start so I’d get to throw Carla through a window.
I have returned from the promised land…aka Florida. Where 5 beers at a bowling alley will run you about $8.50. Where you can cram your craw with $2 Big Mac’s every Monday. And where the dollar menus flock like the salmon of Capistrano.
However bathing in alcohol and grease for 6 days has its downsides. Who knew? Well apparently Carla…
C: “So Florida was fun?”
E: “It was awesome! Oh man everything’s so cheap there, it’s crazy they-“
C: “-you got fat.”
For this week’s post we gave my waist line a break, and went somewhere a little different. Our selection was especially unique for Carla who was raised on a steady diet of meat in a meat sauce with a side of meat and a nice tall, cool glass of meat to wash it all down.
So we decided to go to the most unhealthy vegan restaurant we could find. Buckle up as FLHB visits The Hogtown Vegan on Bloor.
We got:
Hola! Feliz Viernes! Como esta senors y senoritas? Three months of spanish lessons and that’s about the extent of my learning. Oh well, that’s better than Carla I guess…she’s Mexican and can’t even speak a single word of her native tongue!
I have a flight to Florida that leaves in 7 hours so let’s not waste time. While you’re reading this I’ll be playing golf in 40 degree heat and suffering from a severe condition with an unfortunate name. But I digress. How about we talk tacos? That’s right this week Snarls and I are posting about Barrio Coreano – one of the Playa Cabana restaurants.
Carla and I were both pumped because we’re on the same page when it comes to Mexican food. Except for one thing…cilantro. Pardon my Spanish but el cilantro es el DIABLO! I FUCKIN HATE IT! This is when all you jackasses who love it jump in with your fancy “oh my goodness how can you hate it, cilantro accentuates the flavours and…” blah blah blah shut up. You’re dumb. It makes everything taste like soap and I wish I had my own country that I ruled with an iron fist, where people would do my bidding while I sat on a great throne and just laughed and laughed all day long. Oh and cilantro would be banned.
So I told our waitress I didn’t like cilantro. She said no problem. Here’s the food!
Good morning! Before we start I’d just like to apologize for not posting last week. Time got the best of me and before I knew it I was snoring away at a cottage in Beaverton, Ontario, and spooning with 10 other early 30’s males at a bachelor party for my ol’ pal Nick.
Hi all! Welcome to this week’s midweek post. So, this is Carla writing this time around because Eric couldn’t (didn’t want to) come along since I went to an MKTO concert last Friday (maybe he doesn’t like music in general because they were SO good) before I headed off to get ice cream at a new shop called Bang Bang Ice Cream.
We had the day off work so we headed down to King and John in the mid-afternoon and grabbed a spot on the patio. Just some dim young man and his 4’11” gal pal going for Dim Sum. We got the menu and a pencil and I started to coo with delight. “Oooohhh that sounds lovely!” “Oh my we simply must try that!” Carla looked at me with contempt and cleared some room.
Happy Friday! You’re about to hear a tale of delicious food. A tale of new beginnings and forgotten dreams. A tale…OF MURDER! It all began last Wednesday at Lamesa, a Filipino restaurant at Queen and Bathurst.
Morning! Welcome to our 3rd post…now we wouldn’t say it’s the best so far but we will say it’s certainly in the top 3. Special shout out to Julien “El Toro Loco” Favre and Anna “that’s quite enough shrimp on the barby” Maxfield for joining us on this adventure. Their opinions aren’t valued, wanted or represented here…but it was still nice to have them along for the ride.
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