Saturday Evening Post

Early Saturday morning, I went for a run around the neighbourhood. With deep freezes or crazy snowstorms, it hasn't been good jogging weather. I still needed my toque but a light jacket was sufficient. Though I have been practicing yoga daily I haven't done much cardio so I limited my circuit to only about half my usual distance. At Dupont and Dufferin, a new condo made me wonder: wasn't it already 90% done 2 years ago? I only realized a few blocks later that this was yet another condo. The other one was already occupied with Tim Hortons, BMO, F45 Fitness, and Adventure Alley. More development was in the works.

I wanted to go to Chinatown to do some groceries and grab a pizza slice from Fresca. But when I got to Bloor St., the temporary subway disruption last night has become a planned week-end shutdown. Despite the presence of replacement buses on the road, and their relative emptiness, they seemed like a hassle. So I made my purchases closer to home: the tiny No Frills at the Carvalo Condo on College (the selection really was limited compared to a full chain store) and croissants ($8.50) at Barbershop. I walked back along Shaw all the way to Hallam. I haven't taken this route in 5 years and there were several changes. The city has blocked off the intersection at the Essex jog, you either go North or South by car. But pedestrians and cyclists can freely move through that zone. The foundation for 12 rental town-homes was being laid at Leeds, replacing a decrepit walk-up that burned down (opportunistic developer or slumlord, take your pick).

After a pesto sandwich made with a fresh bun from Progress Bakery, I continued working on my giant crossword. I nodded off multiple times due to a tiredness from staying out for several shows this week. Given my lack of energy, I called it an early night even though seeing Lia Pappas-Kemps at The Burdock would be a full circle moment, or perhaps some young punks (Kingdom of Birds, Last Waltzon, Rosie Wyse) at St. Anne's Parish Hall in an all-ages show could be exciting. I reflected that there were only a few weeks left at my sublet: 3 months wasn't that long. Yet the daily cadence of a busy urban environment made it enjoyable. I had passed numerous people during my walk. The 20s-something might be from elsewhere, but the young kids and especially folks my age or older have probably been here most of their lives. How many of the latter were now struggling with housing costs and other expenses? They'd probably thought they'd live in Toronto all their lives.

Check It Out

I was planning to eat out for lunch for Friday when a team meeting ran over. There were still several outstanding major issues despite the Monday deadline. My boss pushed it back to Wednesday amid some frustration, though he was too diplomatic to vent. Not my place to point out that my colleagues tended to off on tangents, failed to prioritize, and didn't have good working habits. Also, the new team lead was a dud in the sense that they were hired for managing and technical skills yet neither sets have been in evidence.

After a quick meal at home and working at top speed through the afternoon, I wrapped things up for the evening. Bloor St was alive with people. When I have gone out, it was in the late afternoon for a meal or later for a show. So I have missed the dinner rush. Also, the subway was suspended, so the replacement buses were packed and those who didn't care for that added to the pedestrian traffic. The Paradise had a Candlelight show highlighting legendary Jazz singers. I normally avoid this sort of pablum but I saw that Joanna Majoko was the vocalist. But $50-80 was too pricey for me.

Despite my fondness for Banjara, it has declined in quality. Mumbaikar didn't pass as a replacement though they were more about street food. I have wandered by Chakna, an Indian and Hakka Bar, numerous times. Previous incarnations at this location (Nashville hot chicken, bistro food) were forgettable. It also seemed to be always empty though the space did have a large room in the back.

Stepping inside, the front room had a few banquettes (with playing cards on the table) and an artificial cherry blossom tree in bloom. Though Chakna also offered an extensive list of street food, on the recommendation of the waitstaff, I opted for a Baingan Bharta ($14.99) and 2 rotis ($3.99). The curry had a smoky flavour from the roasted eggplant. It was an excellent dish that went well with the ghee-soaked chapati. There was so much food that I had to order 2 more rotis. Since I already paid, the extra rotis' price of $3.99 on the 2nd bill was exempted from sales tax because it was under $5. 

This was a tasty meal and I want to eat here again. The $30 total was high for a regular haunt but they have thali for about $14-15. I was going to stroll along Bloor St. for more of the evening vibe but I had a gut feeling (ha!) that with a meal this rich I should be heading straight back home. Looking online, Chakna also hosted occasional comedy night courtesy of the stage left behind by the short-lived Royal Comedy Theatre.

Noiseful, Noiseful, We Abhor Thee

To get a bit of sunshine, I walked down to Bloor for lunch on Thursday. I would normally get some fish at a place like Hana Sushi, but with the amount of meat eaten at Pastorcito the day before, I opted for a strictly vegetarian maki platter ($15.99). It was a full meal with miso, salad, and 16 pieces. The cucumber/avocado was bland but the yam tempura and the inari (fried tofu skin) were acceptable.

I was tired from previous nights but I enjoyed my last outing with Karen Ng and Germaine Liu. So I went to The Tranzac in the evening. After I bought their digital albums, I realized they were more into experimental music. But I had no idea it would be a big no for me tonight. First, Karen's invited guests (10 or so) took time setting up. So the 9:30 start time got pushed back to almost 10:30 pm. Second, it was improvised noise which was better than this old concert but still dissonant. In fact, an elderly couple made a quick exit at around the 4 minute mark.

To start the show, Karen tossed a dice plushie. And throughout the set, other musicians would rethrow the die. But I wasn't sure if the value indicated for a specific person to play (since there were more than six) or the number of collaborators. As I sat through the cacophany, here were some of my thoughts. First, this was a modern phenomenon since I doubted older cultural music traditions had no melody or rhythm. Second, if improv music was analogous to "real-time conversation", then this set was closer to "parallel play". Finally, if there was any human experience that closely resembled this, perhaps it was the final moments of your life when your synapses unravelled.

It was a fundraiser for website Earlobe, a clearing house of experimental music concert listings. But The Hat, a plastic beer pitcher, didn't fill up like past events. It was a big ask from the crowd though I did chip in $10. Liu, who brought homemade cookies and other snacks, didn't play. But would her contribution have added to the noise or brought some structure?

Dina Pretty

Given so many Latin-American restaurants in the Bloorcourt and Bloordale area, it was a shame that my only outing since my sublet was the disappointing San Wich. So on Wednesday, I headed over to Pastorcito to rectify this. Whenever I passed by when I was visiting Toronto, the place was always packed. But it wasn't as busy during the day, which might explain the 2 for 1 special until 5 pm.

No matter, because that deal allowed me to get 4 tacos for $12. As opined in my Pho Linh post, the cheaper price actually encouraged me to order more: a horchata for $4. I didn't love the drink because it was too sweet. But the pastor and chorizo tacos, along with the various sauces, onions, and pineapple slices were wonderful. I didn't quite get meat sweats but I was happy that it was a 20-minute stroll back to my rental. Though a constitutional walk didn't always work out for me.

In the early evening, I went to Dina's Tavern at College and Spadina. They had completely torn down The Silver Dollar to make way for a Fitzrovia luxury rental. Because of its historical status, the developers not only kept the old marquee but rebuilt the inside. So it was odd to walk into the ground-level bar and "saw the Dollar interior" which used to be up a flight of stairs. There was the tiny stage, directly across from the bar top. On either side and up two steps were platforms with tables on stage right and a long banquette on stage left. The duplication wasn't "exact" only because the Silver Dollar never looked this good. Opposite the banquette was a wall decorated with tchotchkes and beer signs from the old days.

The sound system was slightly better, somehow both under-powered and yet too loud just like the old days. Luckily, they didn't keep the laxed set times of Dan Burke nor the grumpy attitude of the former sound guys. This atmosphere was so notorious that Michelle Zauner (Japanese Breakfast) griped about it for years (I was there for that fiasco). But tonight, all 3 bands played on time and early too ($15). So I was home before 11 pm.

The Magnets was a new band, made even "newer" with replacements because some members had relocated to other cities. They had a typical indie sound with the lead singer in his shouty phase. Dolly Sods from Buffalo played shoe-gaze adjacent music. They should lean more into their instrumental breaks because one, the vocals were forgettable; and two, new drummer Monika Lux was a beast behind the kit. Velvet Beach had a wistful air due to the sweet arpeggiated guitar and synth riffs. Meagan Aversa, who was the go-to singer on the newer songs, reminded me of Molly Rankin (Alvvays). Though usually in the mid-tempo pop groove, Velvet Beach was surprisingly muscular on a few numbers like Daylight.