Malpeques and Guinness
Dearest D,
You'd be so proud of me. Class let off early today and instead of heading home I went to a pub for some Guinness and oysters, 18 of them to be exact.
Yesterday Kevin and I went for a bite at Jamie Kennedy's Wine Bar - I hadn't seen Kevin in ages nor had I been to JK's since I first departed two years ago. Walking around the area afterwards we stumbled across the Firkin that advertised its Thursday Oyster Nights, needless to say, I was intrigued. I stepped in for a moment to establish the time and price and left aching for oysters.
Thursday Nights are pencilled in with a weekly course at George Brown, one of three I'm currently taking. I was devastated with the schedule conflict. Considering skiving off early today for a bite at the Firkin I was blessed with luck when my instructor asked the class if we'd mind leaving early today. My immediate thought was - oysters.
Running to the Firkin after class I was bemused to make acquaintence with a new "Chris". I must be at a different stage in my life now, the last chapter has officially ended as a new symbolic Chris has stepped in.
Chris is from Rochester, which is in between London and Dover, both part of the United Kingdom. He has years of experience behind him and is quite a lovely gentleman. Nostalgia settled in with the pub culture I was once adorned with in the UK. The comfortable atmosphere mixed in with his accent some oysters and beer made me drunk on life.
Dear Derek, I have found my Toronto local, even if it isn't that local in proximity. I wish you were here to enjoy the good food, drinks and company. Until then, I'll have to make do with Chris.
You'd be so proud of me. Class let off early today and instead of heading home I went to a pub for some Guinness and oysters, 18 of them to be exact.
Yesterday Kevin and I went for a bite at Jamie Kennedy's Wine Bar - I hadn't seen Kevin in ages nor had I been to JK's since I first departed two years ago. Walking around the area afterwards we stumbled across the Firkin that advertised its Thursday Oyster Nights, needless to say, I was intrigued. I stepped in for a moment to establish the time and price and left aching for oysters.
Thursday Nights are pencilled in with a weekly course at George Brown, one of three I'm currently taking. I was devastated with the schedule conflict. Considering skiving off early today for a bite at the Firkin I was blessed with luck when my instructor asked the class if we'd mind leaving early today. My immediate thought was - oysters.
Running to the Firkin after class I was bemused to make acquaintence with a new "Chris". I must be at a different stage in my life now, the last chapter has officially ended as a new symbolic Chris has stepped in.
Chris is from Rochester, which is in between London and Dover, both part of the United Kingdom. He has years of experience behind him and is quite a lovely gentleman. Nostalgia settled in with the pub culture I was once adorned with in the UK. The comfortable atmosphere mixed in with his accent some oysters and beer made me drunk on life.
Dear Derek, I have found my Toronto local, even if it isn't that local in proximity. I wish you were here to enjoy the good food, drinks and company. Until then, I'll have to make do with Chris.
posted by fifi at 10:31 p.m.
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