This city is fantastic and unique and brilliant in so many ways, yet continually we let ourselves down when it comes to how we party. This epiphany came to me on Saturday night, at approximately 12:30 AM, at the corner of Bathurst and Bloor, in line to check out Footwork’s new digs, Coda. I was a huge fan of Footwork; I became expert at avoiding the sleazier clientele and meeting the many great people who came there. More to the point, I saw some incredible DJs play some unbelievable sets. So I thought I’d give Coda a try. What happened was this:
aka T.dot, T.O., Hog Town, The Big Smoke
This week I got the chance to try another place that has been on my wishlist for quite some time now, Home of the Brave. Started by the brains behind La Carnita, although wildly different in almost every respect other than the clientele it attracts. Home of the Brave has been overtaking my Instagram feed with the most tantalizing food porn photos for months now.
The same night that we tried to go to Coda, we had a far more pleasant experience having dinner at Delux, a small restaurant on Ossington just north of Queen. My three close friends have been raving about Delux for some time now, but I always seem to have been busy when they went. Now, the silver-lining of the unemployed life – exorbitant amounts of free time – meant that I could join in on the fun.
For the past month, I have been visiting my parents back in London, the city I called home until about the age of twelve. The Christmas/New Year season is always equal parts traumatizing and magical, as we race about the country manically visiting every family member in those few days between Boxing Day and New Year’s Eve. One consistent feature of these speed-dating style family bonding sessions (much to my delight) are a plethora of delicious cocktails.
The third and final winter cocktail I will be serving up this year is the Negus. Particularly suitable if you are spending extended amounts of time in places resembling the sets of Dickens novels, but also perfect for a cold Tuesday evening, the Negus puts fire back in the belly and dulls the knowledge that there are still three more months of Narnia-like landscapes to enjoy.
Hello 2014, hello health. At least that’s what I’ve been repeating every morning into the mirror. Time to be fit. Time to be healthy. Time to not want to strangle every person on my Instagram feed who snaps their quinoa and kale and egg-whites-only breakfast omelette before their 5km sunrise run, complete with hashtags like #eatclean #fitnotskinny #cleaneats #nomeatnoproblem. Let’s join in and see what the fuss is about, I tell myself as I roll out of bed and try to get excited about unsweetened almond milk with homemade granola. Let’s finally stop smoking and eating candy and thinking that drinking vodka and soda with extra limes is like dieting and taking vitamins (citrus is a good source of vitamin c – mother’s advice). Basically, let’s grow up.
On November 8, Wilfred Laurier University Launchpad, Nspire Innovation Network, Startup Laurier, and the University of Waterloo Entrepreneurship Society held the first ‘24 Hour Start-Up’ event of its kind out of the Communitech Hub in Waterloo. Geared towards university students, participants were given 24 hours to come up with a product, pitch, prototype and business model, to be presented to a panel of five judges at the end of the 24 hours.
Uber is undoubtably of the hottest companies at the moment. The New York Times has it pegged as being potentially one of the fastest growing companies in the world, while other critics are watching dumbfounded as their reach continues to grow daily, with no signs of stopping. Their recently leaked financials, suggests that the 3-year old company is valued at around $3.5 billion. And it only moved out of San Francisco two years ago.
SLOWED has been a game-changer in the Moombahton movement both in its hometown of Toronto and across Canada, helping to spread the love for a sound defined by slow beats and definite drops. Although SLOWED has been around since January 2011, I seemed to have missed the memo, and only came to my first one this past November 14. I realized well before midnight that I had been majorly missing out.
I have been unfortunately housebound (correction: library-bound) for the better part of this past month, in an effort to finish my undergrad with some semblance of a healthy GPA. Sadly, this definitely limited the amount of taste-testing I could do at the bevvy of great new waterholes that have popped up around town.
This November welcomed the inaugural Gentlemen’s Expo at the Metro Convention Centre, the first event of its kind. Catering towards all things manly (read: cars, cadgets, clothes, food and booze), the Gentlemen’s Expo brought together an impressive array of Toronton retailers for a weekend of shopping, speakers and a lot of free samples.
One of Toronto’s iconic underground electronic music venues opened its doors on Saturday for its very last party. Footwork nightclub has been home to a tight knit, dynamic community of independent electronic music lovers and artists for almost a decade, playing host to some of the most exciting and prestigious acts in the scene.