<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235389867633746500</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:48:01.897-05:00</updated><category term='FIRST POST'/><title type='text'>music&amp;food</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bored &amp;amp; Hungry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00395375751153284617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235389867633746500.post-2399312808735026981</id><published>2009-02-04T09:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:43:07.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a better, shire-worthy blog</title><content type='html'>the food is too bad to write about in this town....the music, well, let's say it's a heavy techno-tronic enviro. nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/235389867633746500-2399312808735026981?l=synthandchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/2399312808735026981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=235389867633746500&amp;postID=2399312808735026981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/2399312808735026981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/2399312808735026981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-better-shire-worthy-blog.html' title='i have a better, shire-worthy blog'/><author><name>Bored &amp;amp; Hungry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00395375751153284617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235389867633746500.post-4732477297657647772</id><published>2008-12-01T12:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:01:39.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yo, did you see that britney thing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/STQlT6wvaAI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Ed_gYDAy1T4/s1600-h/120108_britfortherecordcaps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/STQlT6wvaAI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Ed_gYDAy1T4/s400/120108_britfortherecordcaps.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274882087679125506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, that was sad...and over produced...like her music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, lots of ppl go trew ting like dat. just pick yoself up grr, and fight de powerz that be. then you'll be like, 'stronger than yesterday'. i mean, you knoe dis. you sang the song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha, and i took that pic from that loser who is the worst blogger in the world. he actually compaired britney to, and i quote, "think of an injured bird that has had both of its wings broken and, in the course of the healing process, has to trust an outstretched hand that she is being helped and won’t be hurt again". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow dude, that's the stupidest thing i've ever heard. i hope you lose again against perez, bc he kicks your ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/235389867633746500-4732477297657647772?l=synthandchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/4732477297657647772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=235389867633746500&amp;postID=4732477297657647772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/4732477297657647772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/4732477297657647772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/2008/12/yo-did-you-see-that-britney-thing.html' title='yo, did you see that britney thing?'/><author><name>Bored &amp;amp; Hungry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00395375751153284617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/STQlT6wvaAI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Ed_gYDAy1T4/s72-c/120108_britfortherecordcaps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235389867633746500.post-4681899128494240613</id><published>2008-09-15T15:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T15:27:29.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the wire</title><content type='html'>fuck blogging. watch this show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/235389867633746500-4681899128494240613?l=synthandchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/4681899128494240613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=235389867633746500&amp;postID=4681899128494240613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/4681899128494240613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/4681899128494240613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/2008/09/wire.html' title='the wire'/><author><name>Bored &amp;amp; Hungry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00395375751153284617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235389867633746500.post-2316000454365459820</id><published>2008-08-07T17:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T17:17:58.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i write in another blog too!</title><content type='html'>CHECK IT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://pinkmafia.ca/blog/2008/08/07/sunglasses/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/235389867633746500-2316000454365459820?l=synthandchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://pinkmafia.ca/blog/2008/08/07/sunglasses/' title='i write in another blog too!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/2316000454365459820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=235389867633746500&amp;postID=2316000454365459820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/2316000454365459820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/2316000454365459820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-write-in-another-blog-too.html' title='i write in another blog too!'/><author><name>Bored &amp;amp; Hungry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00395375751153284617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235389867633746500.post-4374437843155074658</id><published>2008-08-06T16:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T10:41:01.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kid cudi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SJoMOQb0z0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/X1eyJPW04X4/s1600-h/DSC01384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SJoMOQb0z0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/X1eyJPW04X4/s400/DSC01384.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231507356213628738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k this was a really good show. i hate the drake underground as a venue, but it was less busy than usual and you could actually enjoy yourself. or jump on stage if you wanted to. ya, they kicked us off at the beginning, but once cudi finished his lame version of 'day and night', the dj switched to the crooker's remix and the crowd went bannanas and jumped the stage. no security fuck was gonna tell us to get off at the last song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend then proceeded to party with cudi and his entourage after the show, and i tried my darndest to get them over to my other friend's 'after party' if you can call it that, but they weren't having it. so, i got to stay at the lamer after party (the owner of the apartment already went to bed bc he had to drive to 'sable beach' blech) and wait 2 hours for a bottle of vodka that i didn't even want anymore. ohwells, learned my lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/235389867633746500-4374437843155074658?l=synthandchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/4374437843155074658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=235389867633746500&amp;postID=4374437843155074658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/4374437843155074658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/4374437843155074658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/2008/08/kid-cudi.html' title='kid cudi'/><author><name>Bored &amp;amp; Hungry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00395375751153284617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SJoMOQb0z0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/X1eyJPW04X4/s72-c/DSC01384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235389867633746500.post-1506947464748539031</id><published>2008-08-06T16:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T16:48:06.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'>madeline's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SJoFJ91A7MI/AAAAAAAAAEM/LipTNLPnuK0/s1600-h/DSC01295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SJoFJ91A7MI/AAAAAAAAAEM/LipTNLPnuK0/s400/DSC01295.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231499585918135490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SJoFKIsaNBI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KYMrowu-JQA/s1600-h/DSC01296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SJoFKIsaNBI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KYMrowu-JQA/s400/DSC01296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231499588834833426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so this is susur's new spot. after moving his tings to new york, he decided to put a less expensive and less frou frou spot in his flagship called 'madeline's'(he named it after his mum). i'm guessing because susur's has most of his time invested at the place in new york, he has handed down the title of head chef to former sous chef domenic armanal. that said, the food shifts from asian-centric to more of a euro or mediterranean vibe with lots of olives, beets, and lots of other seasonal veges. if you don't like meat, this place is like the upscale 'fresh', and the food actually tastes good. there's a lot of fish as well, but i found some of the lobster dishes a little disappointing (the lobster in the lettuce wrap wasn't as fun as it sounds, and you can sorta see them in the second pic behind those balls). but the vegetables are great, and i recommend the beet salad. i love a good beet salad, and was impressed with the flavours they chose to accompany them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was also a plate of garlic potato chips (front of the first pic) that blew my mind. they were fresh out of the fryer and were semi-soggy (in a good way) with artery clogging amazingness and were well seasoned. i think i ate the most of them out of all of us because they were right in front of me. i would prolly eat 3 plates by myself if the opportunity were presented to me. i loved them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also really enjoyed the desert. unfortunately, i can't really remember what it was because by this point i was on drink number 5. my company at the time knew how to get er done (eh hem, mum&amp;dad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohya, and did i mention it's cheap? ya, no more of that $600 for two people bullshit. more like $400 for 4. well, i guess cheap-&lt;em&gt;er&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/235389867633746500-1506947464748539031?l=synthandchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/1506947464748539031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=235389867633746500&amp;postID=1506947464748539031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/1506947464748539031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/1506947464748539031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/2008/08/madelines.html' title='madeline&apos;s'/><author><name>Bored &amp;amp; Hungry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00395375751153284617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SJoFJ91A7MI/AAAAAAAAAEM/LipTNLPnuK0/s72-c/DSC01295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235389867633746500.post-7253365652732217686</id><published>2008-07-30T13:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:56:13.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>beer bistro</title><content type='html'>it was really good. just don't go there secretly hungover. it gets sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/235389867633746500-7253365652732217686?l=synthandchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/7253365652732217686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=235389867633746500&amp;postID=7253365652732217686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/7253365652732217686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/7253365652732217686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/2008/07/beer-bistro.html' title='beer bistro'/><author><name>Bored &amp;amp; Hungry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00395375751153284617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235389867633746500.post-5789467970690924664</id><published>2008-07-03T15:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:55:55.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bymark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SG0uMJYvTFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/PoukN6619L4/s1600-h/DSC00923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SG0uMJYvTFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/PoukN6619L4/s400/DSC00923.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218878329405262930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SG0urhEKy8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/s8p3XaA4GKU/s1600-h/DSC00924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SG0urhEKy8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/s8p3XaA4GKU/s400/DSC00924.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218878868337380290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOBSTER POUTINE, DONE IN 5 MINUTES. NUFF SAID.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/235389867633746500-5789467970690924664?l=synthandchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/5789467970690924664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=235389867633746500&amp;postID=5789467970690924664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/5789467970690924664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/5789467970690924664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/2008/07/bymark.html' title='bymark'/><author><name>Bored &amp;amp; Hungry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00395375751153284617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SG0uMJYvTFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/PoukN6619L4/s72-c/DSC00923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235389867633746500.post-1764925043851403650</id><published>2008-06-21T14:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:55:55.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ravi soups is jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SF1LrkT2g9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/-PQ9juyow6w/s1600-h/goods_foodfeature1%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SF1LrkT2g9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/-PQ9juyow6w/s400/goods_foodfeature1%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214407155418301394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k so this place is amazing. i love and adore soups. they don't have many calories, and can sometimes be an incredible orgy of varying flavors and textures when done right. well, ravi (of mildred peirce fame) knows how to make a spectacular orgy. i ordered the chicken hot pot, and he somehow made pineapple peices in soup seem appropriate. i accompanied this with a wrap that was equally to die for. it was beef curry with yams and (again) pineapple. he really does love the festive fruit, which may be a little too much, but he makes it work. i highly recommend this place as it is gourmet lunch at its best. plus, the pricing is really reasonable. you don't have to shell out $15 for half of a sammy like over at montreal bread &amp; co. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVES IT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/235389867633746500-1764925043851403650?l=synthandchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/1764925043851403650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=235389867633746500&amp;postID=1764925043851403650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/1764925043851403650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/1764925043851403650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/2008/06/ravi-soups-is-jesus_21.html' title='ravi soups is jesus'/><author><name>Bored &amp;amp; Hungry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00395375751153284617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SF1LrkT2g9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/-PQ9juyow6w/s72-c/goods_foodfeature1%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235389867633746500.post-8903920740928597563</id><published>2008-06-19T17:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:55:55.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>panorama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SFrQlPSFJjI/AAAAAAAAADs/Ww4Q83jHy3k/s1600-h/G1105_Panorama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SFrQlPSFJjI/AAAAAAAAADs/Ww4Q83jHy3k/s400/G1105_Panorama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213708856810874418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice view tho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/235389867633746500-8903920740928597563?l=synthandchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/8903920740928597563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=235389867633746500&amp;postID=8903920740928597563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/8903920740928597563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/8903920740928597563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/2008/06/panorama.html' title='panorama'/><author><name>Bored &amp;amp; Hungry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00395375751153284617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SFrQlPSFJjI/AAAAAAAAADs/Ww4Q83jHy3k/s72-c/G1105_Panorama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235389867633746500.post-2364006758869536567</id><published>2008-06-17T12:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T14:03:59.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>vintage madonna: when she was better</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ifu_nL_Iwcs&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ifu_nL_Iwcs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my fav madonna song ever *, and 3rd single off her super controversial album of the early nineties 'erotica'. it came out around the time her b movie 'body of evidence' hit theatres. the song was curiously left off the soundtrack because she prolly wanted to disassociate herself with it as much as she could. probably the worst (in my opinion, best) movie ever made and was universally panned. whatevs, so happy we have youtube so we can reflect on times when madonna was actually ok. lookout for a cameo by christopher walken and indoor smoking...two things we abandoned in the nineties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* maybe? 'burning up' was pretty good too...ohya, and 'secret'...and 'human nature'...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/235389867633746500-2364006758869536567?l=synthandchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/2364006758869536567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=235389867633746500&amp;postID=2364006758869536567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/2364006758869536567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/2364006758869536567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/2008/06/vintage-madonna-when-she-was-better.html' title='vintage madonna: when she was better'/><author><name>Bored &amp;amp; Hungry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00395375751153284617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235389867633746500.post-2993619340607738935</id><published>2008-06-16T14:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:55:56.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>la mome piaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SFazfpun9vI/AAAAAAAAADk/X9DedDLaXY0/s1600-h/18700879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SFazfpun9vI/AAAAAAAAADk/X9DedDLaXY0/s400/18700879.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212550975086655218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me a homosexual male, but i loved it. marion cotillard gives an amazing portrayal of the lady-who-had-the-worst-slash-ok-life-ever: edith 'piaf' gassion. it's a total sad fest for all you emos, but worth it. gives great insight into the parisian cabaret scene during the mid-30s. i was fake-signing french music for like 2 hours afterwards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/235389867633746500-2993619340607738935?l=synthandchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/2993619340607738935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=235389867633746500&amp;postID=2993619340607738935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/2993619340607738935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/2993619340607738935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/2008/06/la-mome-piaf.html' title='la mome piaf'/><author><name>Bored &amp;amp; Hungry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00395375751153284617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SFazfpun9vI/AAAAAAAAADk/X9DedDLaXY0/s72-c/18700879.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235389867633746500.post-7741418575675043792</id><published>2008-06-11T16:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:55:56.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>spice route</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SFAyOaRZf4I/AAAAAAAAADc/RV1AvwayXkk/s1600-h/n514916662_971376_1231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SFAyOaRZf4I/AAAAAAAAADc/RV1AvwayXkk/s400/n514916662_971376_1231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210719992019517314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello yall. today's my bday, and since i've been out and about eating, haven't been able to post in a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i give you: spice route. this is a newly opened 'resto-lounge' on king that brings the ever popular asian-fusion foods and drinks to your typical bay street banker. i've eaten here a few times cause i have a friend who enjoys the atmosphere (you can smoke on a pretty patio). all in all, this place is 'aiiiiight'. nothing spectacular, however their deep fried calamari and shrimp with their tartar sauce is pretty delicious. i think the main issue there is the service. apparently all the staff quit one week after the opening (about a month ago), so they've been struggling to compensate. our poor waiter seemed to be taking care of 100 tables. not to be an asshole, but we had the private room and spent a lot of dough, so you'd think the service would be impeccable or above par at least. but, non. we didn't even get out DRINKS on BOTH occassions until 45 mins into our service. they took our food orders about an hour into sitting there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, the seating area is gorge, and the little room has a huge glass table with red roses underneath it giving that 'wow' factor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaaaa, ohya, and the menus have an extreme creepy factor with this crazy person's face on the front. i forgot to take a pic, but if you go there, you'll know exactly what i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recommend the calamari and shrimp, spring rolls, and dynamite rolls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/235389867633746500-7741418575675043792?l=synthandchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/7741418575675043792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=235389867633746500&amp;postID=7741418575675043792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/7741418575675043792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/7741418575675043792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/2008/06/spice-route.html' title='spice route'/><author><name>Bored &amp;amp; Hungry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00395375751153284617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SFAyOaRZf4I/AAAAAAAAADc/RV1AvwayXkk/s72-c/n514916662_971376_1231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235389867633746500.post-8268766712141317643</id><published>2008-06-05T15:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:55:56.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh fack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SEhFg8BiX6I/AAAAAAAAADE/QjsiqCmULzc/s1600-h/slowyourroll__oPt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SEhFg8BiX6I/AAAAAAAAADE/QjsiqCmULzc/s400/slowyourroll__oPt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208489401224683426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slow your roll...AHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHHAHHHAHHAAAA I WANT IT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/235389867633746500-8268766712141317643?l=synthandchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/8268766712141317643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=235389867633746500&amp;postID=8268766712141317643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/8268766712141317643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/8268766712141317643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-fack.html' title='oh fack'/><author><name>Bored &amp;amp; Hungry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00395375751153284617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SEhFg8BiX6I/AAAAAAAAADE/QjsiqCmULzc/s72-c/slowyourroll__oPt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235389867633746500.post-3220265695925378804</id><published>2008-05-31T13:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:55:56.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SEGH7KyuQlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/oOAkTK_5SNs/s1600-h/onehazeltoncafe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SEGH7KyuQlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/oOAkTK_5SNs/s400/onehazeltoncafe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206592094796137042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo, my good friend AZ took myself and some friends out for a memorable evening at the 5 star restaurant 'one'. pretentious: yes. delicious: OH EM GEEEEEE. if you've got a couple g's to throw around, i highly recommend checking this place out. the lobster spoons (done in a butter and vermouth reduction) are to KILL for. i had tuna, i had short ribs, perch, two different kinds of frites with two different kinds of sauces, the best salad ever, and lobster risotto. ya, it was 'everyone eat everyone else's plates' night. and i know it's a large faux pas, but with the major onslaught of tappas style restobars, fuck it. i want to try it all. and mark mcewan's staff hit the mark. i was highly satisfied, and recommend it to the baller in you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/235389867633746500-3220265695925378804?l=synthandchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/3220265695925378804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=235389867633746500&amp;postID=3220265695925378804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/3220265695925378804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/3220265695925378804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/2008/05/one.html' title='one'/><author><name>Bored &amp;amp; Hungry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00395375751153284617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SEGH7KyuQlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/oOAkTK_5SNs/s72-c/onehazeltoncafe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235389867633746500.post-2070710576076450631</id><published>2008-05-31T13:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T13:07:59.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dedicated to all my bike fiends</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b34U3-CutuU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b34U3-CutuU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, i love this song. i love them so very much. please change hip hop, please god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/235389867633746500-2070710576076450631?l=synthandchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/2070710576076450631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=235389867633746500&amp;postID=2070710576076450631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/2070710576076450631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/2070710576076450631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/2008/05/dedicated-to-all-my-bike-fiends.html' title='dedicated to all my bike fiends'/><author><name>Bored &amp;amp; Hungry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00395375751153284617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235389867633746500.post-3698548883102345877</id><published>2008-05-28T15:48:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:55:57.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>kanye slash rihanna slash n.e.r.d. slash lupe = i paid too much for a good show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SD23wlX8d7I/AAAAAAAAACs/1ZueZGusfaY/s1600-h/gitdt_575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SD23wlX8d7I/AAAAAAAAACs/1ZueZGusfaY/s400/gitdt_575.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205518789604308914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i paid $260 to see the much acclaimed 'glow in the dark tour'. the weather at the sometimes outdoor molson ampitheatre was shitty and it was insanely cold. however, it was fuckin rad. apparently the cost of the ticket went far, because we got them the day before, and they were basically in the 3rd row right in front of the stage where we had a big lane way in front so we could move around. it was an immensely crazy experience, and to be honest, i was star struck. it was amazing to be able to watch someone perform and have them actually look in your eyes... i know, i sound like some sycophantic loser with bad taste in music, but come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; it was a mega-concert for the newly reviled 'millennial' generation, complete with neon and 'shutter shade' hand-outs. disses aside, we all know how fantastic a show this was, whether or not you were there. i kinda felt like the whole thing could've been explained as our generation's pink floyd experience. just replace the prolonged guitar solos with synth sounds and heavy beats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would have to say that n.e.r.d. was my fav partly because they engaged the audience more than anyone and were extremely entertaining sans the 'glow in the dark' shit. because they went on early and it was still light out, there were little to no effects, so it was straight music. kanye's show was pretty awesome, but because we were so close (ya, fucking fuck), we couldn't see everything. i think that was god's "hahaha" at us for paying so much. psssht, whatever god. also, being so close left me deaf for two days...but it was worth it, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohya, highlight for rihanna: she did a randition of m.i.a.'s paper planes! boooyyaaahhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/235389867633746500-3698548883102345877?l=synthandchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/3698548883102345877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=235389867633746500&amp;postID=3698548883102345877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/3698548883102345877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/3698548883102345877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/2008/05/kanye-slash-rihanna-slash-nerd-slash.html' title='kanye slash rihanna slash n.e.r.d. slash lupe = i paid too much for a good show'/><author><name>Bored &amp;amp; Hungry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00395375751153284617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SD23wlX8d7I/AAAAAAAAACs/1ZueZGusfaY/s72-c/gitdt_575.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235389867633746500.post-6274971785483214660</id><published>2008-05-21T15:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:55:57.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i love them</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SDR-IoEVCPI/AAAAAAAAACk/HIl6BXzhamQ/s1600-h/l_c3ba0928a301eb67322850007cc7f02c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SDR-IoEVCPI/AAAAAAAAACk/HIl6BXzhamQ/s400/l_c3ba0928a301eb67322850007cc7f02c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202922156179392754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaks for itself. i love rob and big.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/235389867633746500-6274971785483214660?l=synthandchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/6274971785483214660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=235389867633746500&amp;postID=6274971785483214660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/6274971785483214660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/6274971785483214660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-them.html' title='i love them'/><author><name>Bored &amp;amp; Hungry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00395375751153284617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SDR-IoEVCPI/AAAAAAAAACk/HIl6BXzhamQ/s72-c/l_c3ba0928a301eb67322850007cc7f02c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235389867633746500.post-6934731906332431435</id><published>2008-04-24T18:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:55:58.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>coquine - not the drug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SBET8tJ_J0I/AAAAAAAAACU/FYnabcPuPMY/s1600-h/event_3659503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SBET8tJ_J0I/AAAAAAAAACU/FYnabcPuPMY/s400/event_3659503.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192953778969454402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without further adieu, i give you 'coquine':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my own reservations after weeks of hearing about this place and its nearly inappropriate name. nonetheless, i was excited to attend a dinner there after hearing it was a casual slash french bistro spot with an unpretentious style. and whoever told me this was right. the seating was curious (they put us in the back room because we had a large group), but the food, price point, and wait staff definitely made up for it. teamed with a busy and lively atmosphere, i thoroughly enjoyed the experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food was great and reasonably priced. the same with the wine selection. if you are looking to check out a place that has great food, great staff, and budget pricing, i strongly suggest this place. some stand-outs from the meal were the steak / frites (a staple, i know, but i upgraded mine from a flat iron steak to a 6 oz new york strip for an additional 2 bones if my memory serves me correct), and the house 'coquine salad'. the salad had all the elements i drool over: arugula, figs, prosciutto, walnuts...jeeez, it was amazing. i opted to forego dessert (just got back from mexico, felt a little bloated), but was extremely jealous as those who did choose to have desert had clearly made the better choice. i tried some of my mate's vanilla creme brulee, and it hit the spot. definitely was the cherry to top off an enjoyable experience. i will definitely be back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out coquine's website for the menu and additional info at: http://www.coquinerestaurant.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coquine is located at 2075 yonge street at the corner of manor and yonge just south of eglinton av.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/235389867633746500-6934731906332431435?l=synthandchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.coquinerestaurant.com/' title='coquine - not the drug'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/6934731906332431435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=235389867633746500&amp;postID=6934731906332431435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/6934731906332431435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/6934731906332431435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/2008/04/coquine-not-drug.html' title='coquine - not the drug'/><author><name>Bored &amp;amp; Hungry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00395375751153284617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SBET8tJ_J0I/AAAAAAAAACU/FYnabcPuPMY/s72-c/event_3659503.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235389867633746500.post-2168691436974540066</id><published>2008-04-23T14:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:55:58.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lee's gonzo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SA-BJ9J_JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/2caSpwm7mFM/s1600-h/icsusur2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SA-BJ9J_JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/2caSpwm7mFM/s400/icsusur2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192510903416727346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god dammit, more local talent gone. apparently lee's gotten too big for his britches and has decided to move to new york at the end of next month. he will be working at a thompson group hotel restaurant in the LES that should be opening in september. the thompson group have a great reputation and own hotels like the roosevelt over in la (think the celebutante hotspot 'teddy's') and 60 thompson in ny. curiously, the thompson group have partnered with a toronto devloper and will have a hotel attached to the popular 550 wellington project down at king and bathurst. lets hope lee screws up soon enough to helm the new restaurant at 550. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, lee will close his flagship and keep the shitty one open (i did a little review in an earlier post). too bad. just like chef lynn crawford before him, lee will pick up in a hotel chain. lets hope he will be as celebrated as he was here. i never got to try susur's, but i guess now i have no choice. lets hope it's not already booked up (and i have an extra g lying around!)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/235389867633746500-2168691436974540066?l=synthandchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.theglobeandmail.com/servlet/story/RTGAM.20080423.wvancouver23/BNStory/lifeMain/' title='lee&apos;s gonzo'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/2168691436974540066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=235389867633746500&amp;postID=2168691436974540066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/2168691436974540066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/2168691436974540066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/2008/04/lees-gonzo.html' title='lee&apos;s gonzo'/><author><name>Bored &amp;amp; Hungry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00395375751153284617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SA-BJ9J_JzI/AAAAAAAAACM/2caSpwm7mFM/s72-c/icsusur2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235389867633746500.post-163532661566719741</id><published>2008-04-22T17:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:55:59.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>politikin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SA5epNJ_JxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KDom8TdXkhU/s1600-h/_42969987_michael_moore_getty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SA5epNJ_JxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KDom8TdXkhU/s320/_42969987_michael_moore_getty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192191482403956498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIDENOTE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who loves obama? i do. sort of.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an excerpt from michael moore's endorsement (http://www.michaelmoore.com/words/message/index.php?id=225)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"....Finally, I want to say a word about the basic decency I have seen in Mr. Obama. Mrs. Clinton continues to throw the Rev. Wright up in his face as part of her mission to keep stoking the fears of White America. Every time she does this I shout at the TV, "Say it, Obama! Say that when she and her husband were having marital difficulties regarding Monica Lewinsky, who did she and Bill bring to the White House for 'spiritual counseling?' THE REVEREND JEREMIAH WRIGHT!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kudos my man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/235389867633746500-163532661566719741?l=synthandchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.michaelmoore.com/words/message/index.php?id=225' title='politikin&apos;'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.michaelmoore.com/words/message/index.php?id=225' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/163532661566719741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=235389867633746500&amp;postID=163532661566719741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/163532661566719741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/163532661566719741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/2008/04/politikin.html' title='politikin&apos;'/><author><name>Bored &amp;amp; Hungry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00395375751153284617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SA5epNJ_JxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KDom8TdXkhU/s72-c/_42969987_michael_moore_getty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235389867633746500.post-4883265875260669064</id><published>2008-04-22T14:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T14:54:32.094-04:00</updated><title type='text'>can't get you outta my head, ms. perry</title><content type='html'>please check out dis video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zluCpm93vfg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zluCpm93vfg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and piss your pants because i know &lt;strong&gt;500&lt;/strong&gt; of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/235389867633746500-4883265875260669064?l=synthandchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/4883265875260669064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=235389867633746500&amp;postID=4883265875260669064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/4883265875260669064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/4883265875260669064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/2008/04/cant-get-you-outta-my-head-ms-perry.html' title='can&apos;t get you outta my head, ms. perry'/><author><name>Bored &amp;amp; Hungry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00395375751153284617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235389867633746500.post-6718786701382123128</id><published>2008-04-22T12:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:55:59.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOKING FOR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SA4bStJ_JuI/AAAAAAAAABk/WpJ5wipiBD8/s1600-h/ECS%20nForce4-A939%20Socket%20939%20motherboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192117428577838818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SA4bStJ_JuI/AAAAAAAAABk/WpJ5wipiBD8/s400/ECS%2520nForce4-A939%2520Socket%2520939%2520motherboard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i made a song last thursday whilst porch drinking with toronto's finest. its called 'whip it out' and has a strong melody. so strong, it has stuck in peoples heads. get ready, for when my pal and i get our hands on a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;'motherboard socket 939'&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it's ovah. if &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;, or someone &lt;em&gt;YOU KNOW&lt;/em&gt; knows where i can pick up one of these bad &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;'MOTHERBOARD SOCKET 939'&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, i will give you 20 bones. keep an eye out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/235389867633746500-6718786701382123128?l=synthandchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/6718786701382123128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=235389867633746500&amp;postID=6718786701382123128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/6718786701382123128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/6718786701382123128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/2008/04/looking-for.html' title='LOOKING FOR...'/><author><name>Bored &amp;amp; Hungry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00395375751153284617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SA4bStJ_JuI/AAAAAAAAABk/WpJ5wipiBD8/s72-c/ECS%2520nForce4-A939%2520Socket%2520939%2520motherboard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235389867633746500.post-7690846513841733016</id><published>2008-04-22T12:45:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:56:00.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CHECK THIS OUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SA47oNJ_JwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1Jwac4C9KJw/s1600-h/333lvd3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SA47oNJ_JwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1Jwac4C9KJw/s400/333lvd3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192152982317115138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.itsthetastebuds.com/"&gt;WWW.ITSTHETASTEBUDS.COM&lt;/a&gt;  !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they update more frequently than me and are quite frankly just better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/235389867633746500-7690846513841733016?l=synthandchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/7690846513841733016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=235389867633746500&amp;postID=7690846513841733016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/7690846513841733016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/7690846513841733016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/2008/04/check-this-out.html' title='CHECK THIS OUT'/><author><name>Bored &amp;amp; Hungry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00395375751153284617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SA47oNJ_JwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1Jwac4C9KJw/s72-c/333lvd3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235389867633746500.post-2525862053253041102</id><published>2008-04-21T17:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:56:00.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU WISH YOU ATE THISSSSSS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SA0Jt9HkeBI/AAAAAAAAABU/ovmPyJi5rWg/s1600-h/n514916662_821418_4784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191816630533126162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SA0Jt9HkeBI/AAAAAAAAABU/ovmPyJi5rWg/s320/n514916662_821418_4784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SA0JuNHkeCI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nkelz26IKI/s1600-h/n514916662_821419_5134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191816634828093474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SA0JuNHkeCI/AAAAAAAAABc/-nkelz26IKI/s320/n514916662_821419_5134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;, so i finally got 'round to it. i give to you the best bloody salsa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; ever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ingested&lt;/span&gt;. it was amazing. the first picture is of our waiter preparing the salsa table-side. he explained the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ingredients&lt;/span&gt; which consisted mostly of roasted tomatoes, roasted garlic, roasted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tomatillos&lt;/span&gt;, roasted red peppers, caramelized onions, cilantro and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;handful&lt;/span&gt; of other things that i can't remember off the top of me head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second pic is of the end product: holy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;amaaaaaaaaayzing&lt;/span&gt;. that went so fast it felt like a cartoon sequence. happy faces all around. i stole a bit to hide on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;side plate&lt;/span&gt; for the upcoming second course of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;quesadillas&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beside the salsa in the second picture is fresh jicama with a house seasoning. my mum totally made a good choice of picking up a bottle of the seasoning which has a base of tamerind. this was also super tasty, and i have now become a big fan of the vege which tastes a little like carrot sans the orangeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can find these dishes and more at Agave Grill located in the El Centro region of Puerto Vallarta, Morelos 589. plus, they let you try out different kinds of tequila...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/235389867633746500-2525862053253041102?l=synthandchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/2525862053253041102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=235389867633746500&amp;postID=2525862053253041102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/2525862053253041102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/2525862053253041102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-wish-you-ate-thissssss.html' title='YOU WISH YOU ATE THISSSSSS!!!'/><author><name>Bored &amp;amp; Hungry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00395375751153284617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/SA0Jt9HkeBI/AAAAAAAAABU/ovmPyJi5rWg/s72-c/n514916662_821418_4784.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235389867633746500.post-5989639757944925113</id><published>2008-04-14T15:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T15:50:49.197-04:00</updated><title type='text'>holy busy</title><content type='html'>so, been extra, super busy. BUT have been eating a lot, and hearing a lot. went to mexico, so as i get my hand on the pics, i will def. post some newbies. PLUS, ate at a new spot called 'coquine' up near yonge &amp;amp; egg. so delicious. give me some days, and this blog will be better than new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearts and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hungry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/235389867633746500-5989639757944925113?l=synthandchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/5989639757944925113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=235389867633746500&amp;postID=5989639757944925113' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/5989639757944925113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/5989639757944925113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/2008/04/holy-busy.html' title='holy busy'/><author><name>Bored &amp;amp; Hungry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00395375751153284617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235389867633746500.post-4179655021322129359</id><published>2007-11-15T18:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:56:02.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Susur vs. Stevie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/Rzzc0uWdKVI/AAAAAAAAABE/Fa1kXG3uXl8/s1600-h/stevie.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133220473649047890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 124px; HEIGHT: 135px" height="135" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/Rzzc0uWdKVI/AAAAAAAAABE/Fa1kXG3uXl8/s200/stevie.gif" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/Rzzc0-WdKWI/AAAAAAAAABM/DtRrJ8iH01U/s1600-h/susur_360x330.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133220477944015202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 107px; HEIGHT: 123px" height="123" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/Rzzc0-WdKWI/AAAAAAAAABM/DtRrJ8iH01U/s200/susur_360x330.png" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda busy this week, so there was a delay, not that anybody reads this. HA!&lt;br /&gt;last monday i got to eat at susur lee's cheaper alternative 'lee' and check out the stevie wonder concert. it was pretty kick ass, and i will seperate this post by giving my uppers and downers of each event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lee's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPPERS -&lt;br /&gt;great atmosphere paired with a lovely/attentive waiter with an english-like accent (added to the said atmosphere). the food was aight. the menu consisted of the popular 'tappas' approach with little appetiser like servings available for each person to pick at. we ordered a variety of vege and protein dishes, the best of both being the slaw salad for the vege team and the braised beef dish for the proteins. a stand out performance was also given to the croquettes that were served along with the garlic shrimp. the slaw, noted as the signature dish for the restaurant, was nothing short of amazing. its greatness could be associated with the fact that almost everything was deep fried, so i hesitate when i call this a 'salad'. it was very tasty and had a lot of crunch which is typically what i like to find in a slaw.the braised beef dish was extremely tender, and melted in my mouth. the sauce was lovely, mild, and didn't bring it down. the beef was paired with a potato mash that echoed the melt-in-your-mouthiness in the beef.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lastly, the croquettes made a stand-out appearance alongside the garlic shrimp. they were nice and crunchy on the outside, and lovely and soft on the inner. but, again, they were deep fried. pretty much all the dishes we had were altogether deep fried or had a deep fried component. i love my fried foods but...come on now! is that all we need to make food good nowadays? artery clogging? i'm getting sick of all the frying happening in the culinary world, but that's probably because i have injested too much of it over the last while. i mean, you turn on iron chef america, and almost EVERYTHING is deep fried. ugggh, i digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the desserts were also pretty dope. i made my dad order the molten chocolate dish, while i got the usual vanilla creme brulee (i order this everywhere, and get upset when its not on a dessert menu). however, this brulee was paired with candied ginger nibs &amp;amp; sauce (like a compote), and it was a very interesting and refreshing pairing. i definitely enjoyed it. the molten chocolate cake was obviously a hit, because, come on, its hard to make molten cake taste bad. for me, anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOWNERS -&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to begin my list of downers by taking a hit on the alcohol side - my starter cocktail. i ordered a mango infused mojito. it sounded great on the menu, especially after seeing that they used a persecco instead of the traditional soda/mineral water. however, it tasted waaaay too sweet and had too much sugary syrup added into it making it taste like something of the candy variety. i could hardly drink it. but being a drinker, i grinned and bared it, and made my way onto the wine train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, their signature shoe-string potatoes. barf. i must confess, i kept on eating them out of some masochistic rage. but honestly, there was this disgusting cinnamon-y or nutmeg-y seasoning on these that made them gross. like, really gross. and considering that everything else on each plate seemed to be deep-fried, they should know what deep fried food should taste like, and not put any gross seasoning in it to make it 'avant garde'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also notably gross, but not as bad, was the sauces they paired with the satay. there was an abundance of proteins given for the satay, which i was grateful for, because i'm an option girl. i like them. however, they should've just stuck with the traditional peanut sauce, because that was the best one. they gave two other dipping options that were not nice on the palate. i can't even remember what they were, because i don't care. it was funny to see that when we finished that dish, we collectively after one taste, avoided the other sauces and finished the peanut one. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another not so great dish (we ordered a lot) was the deep fried tofu (i know, everything is bloody deep fried, so if you feel fat, don't come here and be fooled by the small portions). it was ok, but its hard with water packed tofu because there's no taste. it just tasted like any run of the mill tempura tofu from your neighborhood sushi joint. i suggest they marinate them with a garlic or chili base to give it a kick, and then deep fry it. but who am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, it was fair considering the price and inventiveness of each dish. it was more like the atmosphere centered on the entertainment of food at this place. plus, the decor was innovative and fun. except for the bathrooms, they were boring and white. whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, on to the concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it was a packed house at the air canada centre, and everyone there was coming to see a musical legend: STEVIE WONDER. my sister, brother and i decided to buy my mum and dad tickets to see him as an early christmas present. the option came available for my sister and i to join, so i immediately obliged, even considering the crazy amount i doled out for the ticket. anywho, the uppers and downers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPPERS -&lt;br /&gt;omg, are you kidding me? everything. this guy to me is what music should be about, to its core. well, pop music at least. stevie's been around since my parents were teens, and he's still got it, let me tell you. a great thing about this gig is that, to my relief, stevie didn't play any of his new stuff. the latest song he played was from the eighties ('i just called to say i love you'). AMAZING. he began the concert by recalling his mother's death, and explained that this is why he decided to tour again. he had vowed to never tour, but his momma came to him (apparently as a ghost) and told him to get to it. i agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the performance was amazing. i danced to all the fasties(living for the city, superstition, higher ground, signed sealed delivered, i'm yours!, etc) and almost cried at all the slowies (lately, ribbon in the sky, my cherie amour). actually, i did cry at 'my cherie amour' because that is my ALL TIME FAVORITE stevie tune. they had a nice sort of intermission with a blind percussionist that blew the roof off the house. he was awesome. then they showcased the 3 OTHER PERCUSSIONISTS in stevie's band! yeah, there were 3 of them. in total, stevie had an 11-peice band behind him with 2 backup singers. UH-MAY-ZYNG. everyone was dancing and having a great time the whole way through. i loved it. i clapped so hard during the show, my hands were swollen and hurty. and my dad was soooooo happy, holding my mum's hand almost throughout the whole set. i cannot tell you how great it was, and his voice was on point! he even got glenn lewis on stage to sing superstition but his warbling could not compare to stevie's impeccable voice. the set almost lasted about 3 hours, and the expensive tickets proved they were worth every penny. a truly mind-blowing and inspiring experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOWNERS:&lt;br /&gt;the wine. the only kind they had was like horse pee. but thank god, mummers and dads took us to get some santa marghereta after the concert at the royal york. LOVES THEM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/235389867633746500-4179655021322129359?l=synthandchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/4179655021322129359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=235389867633746500&amp;postID=4179655021322129359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/4179655021322129359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/4179655021322129359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/2007/11/susur-vs-stevie.html' title='Susur vs. Stevie'/><author><name>Bored &amp;amp; Hungry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00395375751153284617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/Rzzc0uWdKVI/AAAAAAAAABE/Fa1kXG3uXl8/s72-c/stevie.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235389867633746500.post-6958955923821881140</id><published>2007-11-12T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:56:04.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>symphony and bad atmosphere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/Rzn4AB_s6GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mcI8J-XNy9U/s1600-h/oundjian_peter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132405929784698978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/Rzn4AB_s6GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mcI8J-XNy9U/s320/oundjian_peter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;back again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;going to be a short post, because i have no time. who knew blogging was so time consuming? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anywho&lt;/span&gt;, on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;, i went to check out the symphony and heard some good music. the dude pictured at the top right was the composer of the night. he was funny and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;british&lt;/span&gt;, and his name is Peter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Oundjian&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the second half was better than the first. the musical arrangement by some eastern euro dude named Mussorgsky from the early 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century centered his whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; around the beginning to '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tical&lt;/span&gt;' by the infamous M.E.T.H.O.D. MAN. i laughed to myself each time it revealed itself in the songs, and it was kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt; because i knew no one in that room had a clue what i was laughing at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;notable&lt;/span&gt; part of the symphony that night was the 5 minute tune 'nimrod' by Elgar. it was really good because it was short, and awesome. this was the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; song played after the orchestra played o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;canada&lt;/span&gt; (yawn). then after that, before the half-time or whatever its called, this 18 YEAR OLD played us some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;chopin&lt;/span&gt; from his first piano concerto, or piano concerto no. 1 if you want me to be exact. it was a big yawn again on my end because i almost fell asleep like eighty times. it was too melodic for my liking, if that's possible. plus i guess i was envious of the 18 year old after reading her bio. the girl is in med school and has won every piano and charity award available to her. being one of the best pianist in the country, girl doesn't know if she wants to be a doctor or piano player yet. so she's going to spend the 8+ years or so in school to find out. good luck with all that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dhaba&lt;/span&gt; on king, a block away from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;roy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;thompson&lt;/span&gt; hall. the food was amazing, and i had a white wine and butter poached lobster to start, finishing off with some butter chicken and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;saag&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;paneer&lt;/span&gt;. the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;naan&lt;/span&gt; bread was incredible. the table decided to get the garlic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;naan&lt;/span&gt;, and it complemented the dishes well. the only problem i had with this place was the service. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to personally blame it on 'restaurant makeover' because they were featured on the show that week, and i expect that they were dealing with way more customers than ever before. plus, they didn't seem to have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;maitre&lt;/span&gt; d' or head of the house or front &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;houser&lt;/span&gt; or whatever. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; guessing they ironed out all the food and decor issues in the show and then forgot about everything else. one example of the poor service was the timing on the food; they brought out my lobster appetizer first, and nothing else for almost 10 minutes (there were four of us there in total). so, bad manners aside, i had to start eating before everyone, because lobster gets cold real quick. but it was really good. then the butter chicken came out and it was amazing. i paired it with some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;saag&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;paneer&lt;/span&gt; and garlic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;naan&lt;/span&gt; and went to heaven. amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/235389867633746500-6958955923821881140?l=synthandchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/6958955923821881140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=235389867633746500&amp;postID=6958955923821881140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/6958955923821881140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/235389867633746500/posts/default/6958955923821881140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synthandchicken.blogspot.com/2007/11/symphonys-and-bad-atmosphere.html' title='symphony and bad atmosphere'/><author><name>Bored &amp;amp; Hungry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00395375751153284617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okk5E-Lh4z4/Rzn4AB_s6GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mcI8J-XNy9U/s72-c/oundjian_peter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235389867633746500.post-261889999072320381</id><published>2007-11-10T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T14:43:50.720-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FIRST POST'/><title type='text'>i'm bored - first edition : dim sum/rivoli/GEORGE!</title><content type='html'>this is my first post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recently decided that it would be a good idea to start a blog because i don't really like my current job. in an effort to figure out what the remainder of my life is going to resemble, i thought that maybe writing about my two favorite things could be some sort of a vessel to guide me from my mundane experience as a corporate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;administrator&lt;/span&gt;. at the moment i am desperate to find some answers, and quite frankly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; tired of people asking me "what are you going to do with your life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i went to catch a documentary at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NFB&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Canada's&lt;/span&gt; National Film Board = free movies and occasionally a spread of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dipables&lt;/span&gt; and fair chardonnay). i went with my pals &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;rosie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jason&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;evan&lt;/span&gt;. we were also quasi-celebrating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;rosie's&lt;/span&gt; birthday (she hates birthdays, so it was kinda not her birthday but just a fun-night-thingy). the documentary was about Haiti and the hypocrisy of its presence of child slavery. there were two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;documentaries&lt;/span&gt;, but because this blog is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;loosely&lt;/span&gt; based around food and music, i will focus on the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the documentary, 'Child Slavery: The Hypocrisy of Haiti' centred on the behind the scenes look at those affected by child slavery. this was partnered by an appearance of a celebrity (?) musician from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Canada&lt;/span&gt; i guess, named 'George'. he even did a performance for the poor nation. i don't know what good this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;could have&lt;/span&gt; done, as he only had what appeared to be one song to perform, and took his shirt off at the end noting in a post-performance interview "i don't know why, but at every performance, i HAVE to take off my shirt! *inane laughter*" i thought it was an endearing undertaking for this kid to go over to one of the least developed nations in the world without having any concept of what was going on. i also felt he connected with the audience when trying to explain what was going on in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Haiti&lt;/span&gt; and the children's experience as child slaves. after realising that the target audience was 15-25, i further understood the involvement of 'George'. i had no clue who this guy was, but being 23 and at the older edge of the target audience, i probably wasn't intended to know who he was. anyways, it was a good effort by the production teams of plan (used to be foster parents plan) and mobile jam fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh jeez, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a beginner at this blog thing, and just realised i forgot to mention two good meals i ate prior to the documentary screening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after being awake for about 15 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;, mum reminded me that we were going out for dim sum with my sister at 12pm (it was 11:44am at this point). i was so excited, you have no idea. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; never been to a full out, formal dim sum in my life. ya, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; had my odd dumpling, but nothing like i was told to expect. we went to the bright pearl on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;spadina&lt;/span&gt; in the heart of china town. i was a little sketched out climbing the stairs to the place as its surroundings were curious. some of these doubts were taken away as we entered a giant hall with what seemed like 100 tables. we were seated immediately, and given menus, but we were also told that we could chose some selections from a cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the carts we interesting. we didn't really know what we were getting, but we seemed to collect an arrangement of shrimp dumplings followed by some scary looking short ribs that mum attacked, an eggplant dish, bean curd dumplings, and some sort of pork dumpling-type steamer. it was all very tasty, except i didn't attempt a taste of the suspect looking short ribs, but mum seemed to like them. the shrimp and porky-type-dumplings were awesome, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;hot sauce&lt;/span&gt; was a great compliment. then my sister ordered chicken in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;black bean&lt;/span&gt; sauce on a steaming plate and some eggplant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;egg drop&lt;/span&gt; soup. both were excellent, except the soup's vegetables tasted like they came from frozen and left much to be desired. the chicken in particular was nice because it tasted very lean and smothered in an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;msg&lt;/span&gt; type sauce that made you want more. it was an awesome lunch, and i would definitely come back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, the meal was quite pricey for a lunch. it came to $71.00 for the three of us. i found this odd. granted, we did eat more than we should have, but to be honest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; rather go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; the street to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;swatow&lt;/span&gt; and shell out $15 for more food that is equally as awesome. but i guess you pay for the 'ambiance' of the 'great hall' and food carts. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;whatevs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next meal i had out was a light one, because dim sum definitely filled me up for the remainder of the day. before we went to the documentary screening, the gang with the addition of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;jackie&lt;/span&gt;, went out to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;rivoli&lt;/span&gt; on queen street for a bite and a few drinks. i got a pint of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;stella&lt;/span&gt; (only 3 beers on tap, blah) and ordered a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;caesar&lt;/span&gt; salad. i know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; boring, but i was extremely full and unadventurous. the other orders included burgers without buns and salads instead of fries', and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;mushroom&lt;/span&gt; burgers with sweet potato fries. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;evan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;agreed&lt;/span&gt; to let me share his fries with him, because sweet potato fries are my favorite. maybe. it depends, actually. the reason i have conflicting views is because of the lack of consistency. it is hard to find a good sweet potato fry. the best i have EVER tasted in my life were from gold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' mark's north 44. they were amazing. very thinly cut, not huge like everywhere else &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; tried. we would even order them after they took them off the menu, and they would oblige. one of the best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt; i have ever been to ever. i digress. back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;rivoli&lt;/span&gt;: the salad was average, but the croutons surprised me. they were lightly seasoned and easy to get on the fork. however, i do not think they were fresh. the bacon also seemed to be of the 'one minute microwave' variety, and had little taste. the dressing was fair, and i could taste the anchovy. now, being a partial enemy to the anchovy, i don't know if this is a good thing, but it kinda put me off. the sweet potato fries that i sampled off of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;evan's&lt;/span&gt; plate were you're usual pub take on the sweet potato fry: thick cut and soggy with a boring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;mayonnaise&lt;/span&gt; sauce that makes you think of the potential amount of cholesterol that's about to clog your arteries. but there was an awesome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;chili&lt;/span&gt;/hot sauce &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;condiment&lt;/span&gt; in the middle of the table that upped the ante on the fries substantially. it was great, because my beer was looking for something to cool down in my mouth. all in all, it's what you would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;expect&lt;/span&gt; for a $20 meal. nothing too fussy, nothing too satisfying, but good enough to set you up for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last meal i will post about today was the leftover pizza i heated up at 3am. i got home after a night of cultural &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;happenings&lt;/span&gt; and a late night dabble into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Korea&lt;/span&gt; town for some karaoke. ya, i drank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;waaaay&lt;/span&gt; too much, and beer at that. i never drink beer anymore, so it was kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;wierd&lt;/span&gt; to be that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;shmammered&lt;/span&gt; off of the suds. i do find though, when i drink beer i have to eat to make a nice pillow in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;stomach&lt;/span&gt; to soak up the what could be bile in the morning. so, i chose to eat the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;carbiest&lt;/span&gt; thing in the fridge: leftover pizza from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;ferros&lt;/span&gt; on st. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;clair&lt;/span&gt;. mum and dad ordered a bunch for them and a few friends who came round, and i asked if they could kindly save me a few slices because i knew they would be greatly appreciated following my exploits. what i found in the box was half a pizza of prosciutto/hot pepper/black olive combo and half a pizza of the grilled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;vege&lt;/span&gt; kind. they were both stellar heated up in our toaster oven. the anticipation for the cheese to bubble was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;excruciating&lt;/span&gt;, but once it was done, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;stomach&lt;/span&gt; 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