Monthly Archives: February 2015

Whiplash: We’re right back where we started

Descending the steps into the Keg–it’s a steakhouse–at Yonge and Eglinton:

Foodie: When did the Keg get so damn cool?!

Beast: It’s like a jazz bar.

Foodie: Yeah, a jazz bar! Low lights, lots of black leather and everything’s shiny! Except there are also people wearing baseball hats backwards.  This is going to be awesome.

Not just because we were back at the Keg–the subject of this blog’s first-ever post–but also because we’d just seen the Oscar-nominated film Whiplash at the theatre across the street from the restaurant. This was a jazzy Keg and the movie was about the fraught and complicated relationship between a jazz drummer and his instructor. There was a bit of a wait for a table. But the bar was wide open. So we saddled up there, quickly ordered our Keg classic stripling dinners (garlic mashed potatoes for me and baked potato with him) and started off with cocktails. Keg-sized cocktails.

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Five hours until dinner: The Valentine’s Day edition

Foodie: What are we going to have for dinner, man? It’s Valentine’s Day!

Beast: You said we were going to have a taco salad party.

Foodie: I did?

Beast: [Silence]

Foodie: That’s actually a really good idea.

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Put an egg on it. Plus, faking it.

This morning, in the kitchen:

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Beast: We need to get rid of our sugar bowl.

Foodie: No we don’t.

Beast: Yes we do. And that little plate it sits on too.

Foodie: No we don’t. I love them both so much.

Beast: They look like they belong in a fucking dump: like they belong to a character in a Miranda July novel.

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