Another Year Round The Sun

On Sunday, my mom and I headed to the other side of Ottawa. We wanted to save some money so took public transit to downtown first before hailing a cab for the rest of the trip. But the extra $20 in our pocket wasn't worth that hour-long commute because the distance to downtown would have taken 10 minutes by car.

My grandma was celebrating her 95th birthday. We don't usually host family gatherings at my youngest uncle's place since it was a smaller home. But ever since her fall earlier in the year, she hasn't left the house, not even for a get-together last Easter. There was just enough room because, even though there was still a lot of folks from the extended family, 8 people were on vacation. The food was home-cooked fare such as spring rolls, lo mein noodles with shrimp and beef, egg fried rice, glass noodles with fresh veggies from the garden, and green papaya salad with maple syrup beef jerky. The one exception was a Tiramisu birthday cake from Costco.

I caught up on the latest family going-ons. My cousin brought her second newborn (there's a big age gap between me and most of my cousins). Her partner was a bus driver and confirmed my suspicion that there was no active monitoring with the OC Transpo. So it was up to each driver to keep to their schedule or not, depending on their work ethic. No wonder transit was so bad in Ottawa. Another cousin had upgraded from their starter home because of a rambunctious first-born. It was a nicer house but these sort of decisions (in my opinion) continue to sustain the housing bubble. A few aunts were planning a trip back to the old country for next year. Speaking of which, my uncle who sponsored us all to Canada all those decades ago made an appearance. Other than my grandma, we haven't seen him since the start of the pandemic.

At the end of the evening, as we were packing up, my eldest cousin dropped by for a quick hello. They had just landed after a 3-week trip to Europe. An avid traveller of the "squeeze as much in as possible" kind, this time it was London, Brussels, Budapest, Prague and Vienna (and places close to those cities). I reflected on the contrast between us. In the last 25 years, I've lived in Toronto with its big-city amenities but rarely travelled. Meanwhile, they resided in suburbia but have visited 100+ places all over the world as vacation time permitted. On the whole though, I prefer my sedate lifestyle but filled with the daily pleasures of local shops, modest eats, park hangs, enjoyable routine, music, art, and culture.

A Bus Named Expire

The new CTO of my company has been making changes. During a meeting earlier this week, it was clear that he expected us to put our noses to the grindstone. It didn't matter as I decided on Friday to leave (remote) work early and head out for a longish lunch.

I didn't want to take the bus to get there. The route used to be the number 2: considered to be the worst bus route in Ottawa. After it divided into the East End 12 and the West End 11 some years ago, these buses still ranked at the bottom. I'll have to take both, but there was no shorter ride to my destination.

My bus made its way down Bank St. and then headed along Somerset West to Chinatown. The local BIA had installed a Chinese Royal Arch more than a decade ago to beautify the area. Since then, they have also added stone lions and other Asian street art. But the gentrification of the neighbourhood continues with non-Asian stores now outnumbering the old stalwarts. When the bus climbed an overpass, I realized that below was an entrance to the industrial complex containing the bakery Art Is In. I usually get there from the other end via the O-Train.

I got off at Hintonburg where Somerset merged into Wellington St. My family briefly settled in this working-class area more than 4 decades ago but I have never returned in the intervening years. The old buildings now housed fancier businesses including a Christmas decoration store (Tinseltown Christmas Emporium), a yarn shop (Wabi Sabi), and numerous restaurants and pubs (La Bonita, The Senate Tavern, Taco Lot).

We lived in a small apartment above a groceteria at the corner of Melrose and Wellington. I don't know when the store opened but, according to old photos on Google Map, its end came some time in the late 2000s. A pizzeria called Tennessy Willems has been on the site ever since. When I stepped inside Tennesy the waft of stale urine greeted me, but no other customers remarked about this odour during my time there. This seemed at odds with the trendy gastropub vibe. Perhaps I was hallucinating a phantom smell?

I ordered the capricciosa pizza ($22). Though it was a serviceable pie, it wasn't worth the price (almost $30 with tax + tip). There was no fragrant aroma or toothsomeness from the dough. Both the tomato sauce and the fior de latte needed more time in the oven. The olives, mushroom, and capicola ham were alright, but the artichoke didn't have that smokey tanginess (shout-out to the delicious Bianca slice of the late-lamented Amato Pizza on College St., even if its final days were sad). The chefs looked young and probably didn't have experience with pizza-making as opposed to simply making pizza.

Tennessy was another disappointing Ottawa restaurant. I might still visit cheaper options like Creole Sensations and Great Canadian Poutinerie. But given the poor transit, the general meal cost and lack of food quality in Ottawa, this was likely my last dine-in meal in my hometown. As for Hintonburg, I'll check out the neighbourhood again in another 40 years if I'm still around.