Monday Night Brewing's Nerd Alert Pseudo Pilsner

Run, Beer, Run!! The First Monday Night Mile

  It was far more nerve-wracking for me than I anticipated as I sat on a red metal bench outside of Monday Night Brewery, dolled like a go-go girl in my new Detective Comics dress and knee-high black boots, awaiting the start of the Monday Night Mile.  Was I the only one who felt nervous…

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12 Reasons Why I’m “Running” the Monday Night Mile

A few weeks ago, my Twitter account was followed by the guys at Monday Night Mile – which I automatically (and correctly) associated with Atlanta’s Monday Night Brewing. Having visited Monday Night when they opened the tasting room last year and fallen in love with their ginger-based Fu Manbrew, a refreshingly unusual draught I always look for when I’m…

French Manicure

It’s Not Just Vanity, Gentlemen

Imagine relaxing into the complete care of someone else, finding that trust in yourself that babies have for their parents, that innocence where you can take every touch and gesture made towards you with the openness of a child who’s never been hurt by a single person, who’s never learned to cut themselves off from…

Ofelia's Temptation - Pan's Labrynth

I Am Ofelia

It’s been a while since I’ve written about any particular restaurant I’ve visited, any particular meal I’ve enjoyed, any particular experience that stood out for me from the culinary realm.  And I can’t count the pieces written about the holidays, for they weren’t quite current; I wish I had written them during the first weeks…

Twitter Exchange with @FifthGrouper

The Red Enchilada Sauce Recipe, for @FifthGrouper

Today’s jaunt on Twitter brought me to @FifthGrouper‘s post boasting about his Enchiladas Verdes Sauce recipe, and I happen to love Enchiladas Verdes. I have, however, never bothered to try to find a recipe for the green sauce, since, amongst those who know me well, my most famous dish is my red enchiladas, which I…

Chicago Style Pizza - Hamilton, ON

For The Love of Chicago-Style Pizza

He was like a little kid, leading me into the dark, underground restaurant where we were seated at a small, square table; his excitement overtook me.  “Have you ever had Chicago-style pizza?” he asked. “No,” I replied, feeling somewhat guilty for having never experienced this thing that so excited him.  I opened the manilla menu…

Antique Piano at The Baltimore House

Saturated in Subtleties

It’s greaaaat… to be alive…! – Jo Stafford and Johnny Mercer, 1949 It’s been over a year since I last set foot in Hamilton’s Baltimore House, an eclectic coffeehouse overlooking King William Street a block down from James Street North, the 1940s music cooing from the doors to the left and right contrasting sharply with…

Cod-Liver Oatmeal with Kale, Ginger and Lemon

Creation Amidst Nothing

As soon as I could when I got back to Hamilton, I went to visit my friend’s used-and-vintage clothing boutique.  She loves clothes, was formally trained and worked with high-end designers in Milan, and opened Hawk & Sparrow in Ontario’s steel town two years ago so she could run her own store.   Aside from curating…