The Sommelier's Guide To The Best Records of 2011

Welcome aboard the second edition of the Sommelier's Guide to the Records of The Year. A slight tweak in format to keep things fresh. Instead of pairing our best records with their star crossed beverage, I'll be going one for one, counting down each of the best records of 2011 along in tandem with the best respective wines I tasted this past calender year. In all it was not an incredible vintage on the musical side, especially following the phenomenal class of 2010. Yet still no shortage of good listens all in all. The class of wines however is about as fuckwitable as the Wu Tang Clan. Drink up drink up let me fill your cup.

1. PORTUGAL, THE MAN - In The Mountain In The Cloud 
PAIRING - 2002 Bollinger Rose, Champagne, France
The unmistakeable trajectory of this band is finally impossible to ignore. As complete an album as I've heard in years, the evolution of their sound has absolutely flowered into an experience thats both fresh and familiar in the same note. With every listen, the mountain becomes a new home which you never want to leave. Instant classic.

The Bollinger rose from 2002 is sinply luxury in every way. The world of spirits is littered with high end glamour products, not worth the money beyond the vanity factor to pay the price. Like Louis XIII, this bubbly wonder is the heavenly exception that is worth every considerable dollar. Delicious, as complex as the tower of Babel, and with the finish of a Mortal Kombat champion, this is hands down the best thing I have ever drank. 95 points.

Portugal, The Man - So American
Portugal, The Man - Got It All

2. THE BLACK KEYS - El Camino
PAIRING - 2009 Domaine Du Pegau Chateauneuf Du Pape, Rhone Valley, France 

Another band following that arc of a band rocketing to new heights from their years of launching through relative obscurity, for the 2nd straight year they deliver a classic record to adoring masses hungry for their infectious brand of blues rock. Reunited with Danger Mouse, they've taken the blueprint of Brothers and melded it with the stylistic ambience that made Attack & Release their coming of age. Little Black Submarines may be the best song they've ever recorded.

Robert Parker has given this young blockbuster a stratespheric score of 97 points. I wont go that high, but I will call this a legend in waiting. 10 years from now tis will be amongst the most prized wines on the planet. 95 points.

 The Black Keys - Little Black Submarines

3. COMMON - The Dreamer The Believer
PAIRING - 1982 Chateau Margaux, Bordeaux, France

I'll confess to not being Common's biggest fan. I've long respected his skillset, but I've just never gotten hooked by the vibe of his previous work for an entire album. Until his Christmas present to hip hop he unleashed upon us 2 months back. Finally he has tied his considerable talent and flow to a collection of tracks I just keep going back to. He also kicks some considerable ass in TV's Hell On Wheels.

Chateau Margaux is the epitome of the force behind Bordeaux's place as the most revered reds on the planet. This 1982 is showing signs of fading with age (based on 2 tastes 8 months apart) yet has all the muscle and grace that defines its appelation. 94 points.

Common - Sweet
Common - Lovin I Lost



4. SAIGON - The Greatest Story Never Told
PAIRING - 1982 Chateau Haut-Brion, Bordeaux, France

I would have never guessed a Saigon record would become a personal favourite, but this record is much more about the achievement of producer Just Blaze than it is a testament to the MC. Track after track of incredible jams begins to illustrate that any capable MC can reach the higher level in the hands of top class production. An AZ for a new generation. Make no mistake, this is the definitive arrival of Just Blaze. Sprinkle in some rock solid cameos from the likes of Jay Z, Q Tip and Fatman Scoop and you've got the surprise record of the season.

Another iconic Bordeaux running full stride into its Clooney years. Unlike Pauillacs and Margeauxs, which are cabernets for the entire world, wines from the commune of Graves remain cabernets distinctly for fans of the old world. You can literally taste the ground from which it came, especially in this distinguished age where its lucious fruit has now faded to grey, unveiling a new beauty, both gritty and warm. 94 points.

Saigon ft Faith Evans - Clap





5. BUCK 65 - 20 Odd Years
PAIRING - NV Tarlant Brut Zero, Champagne, France

One of the years earlier releases, this one has stuck with me the entire year. Likely the most complete Buck 65 records of his entire career, it rarely achieves greatness, yet never stops delivering a constant rush of solid and unique musical experiences that together raise the sum above its individual parts. By far the years best use of cameos, the result is singularly wonderful marriages each and every time.

Without peer, Tarlant is the pre-eminant value wine in all of Champagne. This racy wonder is a celebration of sparkling wine that bubbles all the way down to the peasants. Or at least the borgeoisie. 94 points.

Buck 65 - Zombie Delight



6. BAYSIDE - Killing Time
PAIRING - 2007 - Chateau De Beaucastel Chateauneuf Du Pape, Rhone Valley, France

While bands like Alkaline Trio and Jimmy Eat World begin their descent into old age, Bayside has continually risen over the past five years as the most engaging and unique acts in pop punk. The dark twists and unparalelled songcraft continue once again, keeping the dream alive for the tragically hopeful meloncholy kids, whose headphone catharsis requires that special personal trainer.

I tasted my first bottle of my collection of 07 Beaucastel's, and I wont have another for 5 years. I'm already jonesing. Grenache's holy greatness giving sermon on the mount. 94 points.

Bayside - On Love On Life





7. PHONTE - Charity Starts At Home
PAIRING - 2004 Antinori Brunello, Tuscany, Italy

Phonte's undeniable charm elevates this record more with every listen. The Little Brother MC had a big year in 2011, not only with his debut LP, but with notable cameos for the like of The Roots and Pharoahe Monch. Here, he shines through a set of  R&B so smooth, breakfast cooks may attempt to use it to grease their pans.

A classic vintage and a classic producer, truly entering its prime. Equal parts power and finesse, it genuinely runs the full range of sangiovese's character from rich fruit to chalky tannins laced through bracing acidity.

Phonte - Sending My Love



8. BLUEPRINT - Adventures In Counter Culture
PAIRING - 2006 Bouchard Pere Et Fils L'Enfant Jesus, Burgundy, France 

After quietly slipping in the Blueprint Who EP at the end of last year, Print wasted mo time or momentum in unleashing his new full length and hitting the road throughout North America opening for Atmosphere. Once again you see an artist fully embracing new dimensions, with this synth driven hip hop opus. While it may not be his greatest, tracks like So Alive and Radio Inactive remind you at once, exactly why you took the time to know Al in the first place.

Red Burgundy is that elusive experience thats equal parts hedonism and poetry. Bouchard garnered yet another Winery of the Year award this past year and as one of Burgundy's most decorated houses, its little wonder their monopole, L'enfant Jesus, strikes those chords you never knew existed.  Drinking from a wine like this must be as the deaf, cured in attendance of the greatest of opera. Throw down some duck and call it a day.93 points.

Blueprint - So Alive





9. AMY WINEHOUSE - Lioness: Hidden Treasures
PAIRING - 1978 Lafite-Rothschild, Bordeaux, France

Odd to consider this a top 10 record. Thats either teastament to the thin class of 2011 or the class of Miss Winehouse herself, whose final years of alcohol abuse still managed to crap out a collection of tunes this enjoyable. While lacking the blockbuster appeal of her hits, on display throughout is an ability to simply electrify even the most uninspired efforts into something worldclass.

Pauillac is my favourite Bordeaux commune but Pontet Canet is more my financial reach rather than the noble neighbors like Rothschild. Getting to try one of the worlds most expensive wines, from a vintage older than myself was a true experience. 93 points.

Amy Winehouse Ft Nas - Like Smoke



10. THE ROOTS - Undun
PAIRING - 2006 Diamond Creek Volcanic Hill Cabernet, Napa Valley, United States

Its staggering to think that this marks over a dozen studio releases from The Roots and even more incredible, their penchant throughout their career for forging a catalog that never fails to deliver. They dont make your song of the year, but their records have been warming up rooms for decades. Yet another example of reliable, thought provoking musical theatre bouncing to a style thats all their own.

The best Napa Cab I have ever tasted. Their focus on creating distinct terroirs for each label brings an old world savy to the ripest of new world fruit. Nowhere is this as evident as in their Volcanic Hill vineyard, which echoes that same minerality as best exemplified on the volcanic slopes of Campania's Mt Etna. A stunning achievement. 93 points.

The Roots - Kool On



11. THE STEP KIDS - The Stepkids
PAIRING - 2005 Pontet Canet, Bordeaux, France

A shockingly slick and innovative debut record. Fresh, funky, and refined. Baby making music on LSD. You know that record that comes along once in awhile that you like almost exclusively because its cooler than you are? Meet another. 

The most stunning modern Bordeaux vintage thats presently drinking (much hyped 2009 & 2010's need many years before its worth popping cork), the value house in elite wine delivers Tesseron's best work to date. I have been thirsting over Pontet Canet's since the 2001 vintage and this one is every bit the equal of its $1500 a bottle neighbors. Yet at $100 you can drink the wine of kings without selling your car. Alas though, all this great wine is making waves...the 2009's are up to $200 on futures and you can tack on another $100 on that for the 2010's. The secret is out. 93 points.

The Stepkids - Suburban Dream







12. CITY & COLOUR - Little Hell
PAIRING - 1990 Louis Latour Gevrey-Chambertin, Burgundy, France

I'm a tad shamed by admitting this, mostly because as a human being, Dallas was amongst the more douchey folks I ever dealt with in the concert business. But his talent is unmistakable. He elevated each new Alexisonfire record, the more that they showcased his vocals. And while he may fancy himself emo's answer to Michael Jackson, he delivers a mature upgrade to the evolution of his dolo catalog with Little Hell. Electrifying his accoustic past comes to dazzling effect and at times is hauntingly remeniscent of Neil Young gems of yesteryear. I'm sad and shocked...but I like this record.

There's little in life as fragile as old burgundy. No decanter. No doddling over conversation. Just get it into your mouth while the ancient poet still has the lungs to speak to you. When its over, you will contemplate. Stunned even. Trying to put together the pieces of your mind having been blown away. 93 points.

City & Colour - Fragile Bird







13. BLU - Jesus
PAIRING - 2007 Les Clos Jordanne Pinot Noir, Niagara, Canada

If not for the shockingly poor recording, even by mixtape standards, this might have been the record of the year. Even in spite of the questionable sound quality, this record rains new blood into the hip hop vampire. Blu's knack for original lyrical style fused over tantilizing old soul and wall of sound era melodies makes him the most exciting young mc in the game where I'm standing. Cant wait for next.

2007 will long be remembered for Niagara wine lovers as the vintage our reds finally achieved greatness. The evidence is abound throughout the region, but the Clos Jordanne is a particular stunner, with all the classic character of Burgundy pinot, grown here at our doorstep. 92 points.

Blu - Lucky



14. THE AGGROLITES - Rugged Road
PAIRING - 2009 Kistler Les Noisettiers Chardonnay, Sonoma County, United States

The shortest Aggro record of their career but its hard to begrudge given their now bursting catalog and their commitment to touring. Their live show continues to be amongst the best in the world, and the new record adds new classics into the mix. Its amazing to think how a bands weakest record to date could still be so much better than most of whats out there.

Nowhere outside Burgundy itself can you find a chardonnay this perfect. So much complexity, so much buttery softness yet driven by a spine of minerality that commands attention both from the wine as well as the consumer. Breathtaking. 92 points.

The Aggrolites - Aggro Band Plays On



15. CUT COPY - Zonoscope
PAIRING - 2009 Westrey Pinot Noir, Oregon, United States

The hype machine drilled one of the records best tracks into commercial-use irritability, but make no mistake, this record is no one trick pony. Building from their impressive debut, this sophmore release oozes sensible pop through the dancable charms of the 1980's. At times the sounds border on too familiar but in all, its just very smooth from beginning to end.

I will admit some bias here, haven spent an afternoon slugging chardonnay with owner David Autrey during his last visit to Toronto. The fact that he shares my passion for burgundy grapes and has the same vision for his local region as I do here for Niagara takes nothing away from the simple truth that this is a world class pinot noir. Burgundy geeks take note. Home. 92 points.

Cut Copy - Take Me Over



16. THE DRUMS -=Portamento
PAIRING - 2006 Poggio Antico Brunello, Tuscany, Italy

While definitively a step back from their now iconic debut, this record still displays sufficient charm to keep you coming back. While they keep to form on this followup, I cant help but feel some extra time writing new material could have delivered us a better record and left the considerable scraps on the cutting room floor. But its their art, so what do I knowÉ

Perhaps not yet at its peak, but every bit the considerable monster that a tasty brunello should be. With wood oven pizza and San Marzano abound our fair city these days, I feel it would be wise to carry something like this around me, just to be ready. 92 points.

The Drums - Hard To Love


And that brings us to the end once again. There`s a bunch that didnt quite make the grade. Records from Talib, Lupe Fiasco, Face To Face, She Wants Revenge, Killer Mike, Cake, J Cole, Stephen Marley, Childish Gambino, August Burns Red, Fucked Up, REM, Bright Eyes, Raekwon, The Strokes and The Beastie Boys all posessed their respective charm. In contrast efforts from Rise Against, Travis Barker, Blink 182, Chuck Ragan, The Get Up Kids, Radiohead, The Moiuntain Goats and the Alkaline Trio all fell pretty flat. At least we have 2010.

Now get drunk and go dancing! Its Saturday night!

The Rhone & Revival

Its with a certain degree of shame and self-loathing that I realize it has been an entire calender year since I updated the webpages of the Red Devil. Nothing like launching ones blog to a gala tasting, the debut of the new Maker's Mark brand to its first Canadian audience, to the reception of a packed house in addition to print and radio media, spiking 2000 views for the first time, only to entirely stop updating content altogether. I know. I  genius. I only hope that any audience, still not entirely bored of the concept may trust that spending the past year getting certified as a sommelier, touring throughout the UK, and having my face engraved into a bottle of bourbon, will provide enough fodder and inspiration to reward their substantial patience with a tapas assortment of delicious wordbites to snack upon. Manchester United are 19 times and reigning champions of England. And The Red Devil is back online.

Without a doubt one of the most rewarding aspects of my life as a young sommelier is the opportunity to work alongside the Halpern Wine Agency when they host their frequent tasting showcases at One Restaurant. They are some of the best people in the wine trade and their portfolio is second to none in the Canadian market. I'm not going to lie there are worse things in life than stepping off of a plane from Cuba, and stepping into a tasting featuring the majestic Alexander Cabernet from Silver Oak. California cabs are probably the most overplayed wine style in North America (thank you Bay Street), but the iconic producers shed some light on this fascination. Given the right production, and enough time in the bottle, a top drawer California Cabernet delivers the type of complexity reserved almost exclusively for lighter bodied pinots, nebbiolos and sangioveses. Yet this trip through fancypants boulevard is driven by the most delicious of ripe fruit that draws so many to the world of full bodied reds. The Silver Oak, while definitely a wine priced for the One Percenters, most definitely qualifies. If you want to experience this trip on a budget, despair not however my frugal commrade, for Vintages just released the Duckhorn Decoy Cabernet. Approachable at $32, this guy will deliver in the same vein. Or you can meet in the middle with the new vintage of The Caymus Cabernet, also newly released by Vintages (though my advice with the Caymus would be to cellar for at least 3 years before drinking....all that ripe fruit needs to simmer down before really spreading its wings as a world class wine).

This week, the Halpern team delivered an even more exhilerating tasting event with their showcase of the Rhone Valley in France. 5 of the Rhone's top producers crossed the pond to deliver their wines to the Toronto market and it was one of my favourite wine events in recent memory. The inescapable buzz of the afternoon surrounded the accolades accompanying the 2009 Pegau Chateauneuf Du Pape, which Robert Parker has described as a hypothetical blend of the 2000 & 2003 vintages, scoring a nearly unprecedented 97 points. Laurence Feraud's new blockbuster was certainly up to the hype. Even in its relative infancy (Chateauneufs are amongst the longest legged animals in the world wine. These wines are so dense they need at least 5 years to begin to show their true colors, at least for a young a pallette as my own) this wine burst out with the rustic charms that encapsulate the epitome of the style. Smoked herbs and garrigue drive a bottom end that acts as Atlas to a globe of rich cassis, blackberries and kirch with a polar cap of peking duck. Laurence herself was every bit the equal as ambassador to her majestic wine. It was wine geek nirvana to get notes on the 2007 Feraud Chateauneuf I had tucked in my home cellar and to spend a few minutes waxing poetic on my favourite red grape, grenache. Its nice to hear that the product of generations of esteemed french winemaking shares your passion for the wines of Priorat, and it was invaluable to hear her insights into enjoying the grenache driven wines of the Southern Rhone. I confessed to my ideal preference of drinking Chateauneufs between the ages of 10 and 15. She challenged me to try them out at 20-25 to really see some magic. I dont know that I have the patience.

All this talk of Chateauneuf's still detracts from the greatest gift of the Rhone, which is truly rich value wines. While not Bentley's of the wine world, Chateauneufs are certainly the cadillacs, and the rest of us deserve a good drive now and again. Thankfully the Rhone is the ideal test drive in that regard.

Cotes Du Rhone is the primary example of value driven grenache-based french reds that continually provide the wines of the elite to the huddled masses. Examples from Feraud and Domaine De Crista were sterling tastings under the $20 mark. Yet the Southern Rhone's best value was presented by Michel Gassier. Unbelievably rich Gigondas and Vacqueyras were buzzing around the room, but for my money their real stars were their Costieres De Nimes. In particular the mourvedre dominant 2007 vintage, which was about as complex a wine as I have experienced under the $50 mark (way under). Both the 2007 & 2009 vintages, selling as low as $19 were simply stunning beyond their class.

Of course, you cannot talk Rhone Valley without talking the Syrah's of the North. This is where the wines of Paul Jaboulet took the stage. Its no surprise given the reputation of Jaboulet in the world of wines. Their Parallel 45 Cotes Du Rhone is one of the few LCBO General List wines I allow in my personal collection. At one point Michel Gassier himself came to their table confessing to have adored his trip to their house the previous year. Their Crozes-Hermitages and Petite Chapelle Hermitages were archetypal hommages to their respective terroirs. Unrepressive minerality and varietal specific pepper abound throughout notes of dark cherries and ripe berries. Yet perhaps the secret weapon was the only white wine of the day, the Jaboulet Crozes Hermitages Les Jalets Blanc. 100% Marssanne, this was a wine all about lucious velvet on a bed of sharp minerality. One of the best whites I have ever had under $30, its exactly why more people need to discover rhone valley whites. Bored of white burgundy? Give this a run for your money.

Bases on the response of the liscensees in attendance, these wines will be littered all over the wine lists of Toronto's best restaurants in no time. Do yourself the favour of getting onboard.

In closing, its great to be back. Drinking all that wine means nothing if I cannot share it with at least a few of you. Stay tuned as we are on the verge of announcing our second annual whiskey tasting featuring the best of Kentucky Bourbon and single malt scotch. You want to be there. And dont miss United's clash against Anfield scum Saturday morning. After the exalting comeback from 3 goals behind at Stamford Bridge last Sunday, the Red Devils are staring down their 20th English title. Believe.

Riding The Barrel Over The Falls

"I'm not a motherf*@cker! I have never F@#cked a mother my entire life! Yeah she was 42 but she didnt have any kids!"

Such was the ravings of the surly old englishman sitting beside me barside at the Football Factory as I was taking in Spurs humiliating defeat at Craven Cottage in their 4th round derby FA Cup tie. Oddly enough he'd go on to swoon over Adele and wax poetic about rollerskating to Whitney Houston in UK rollerdiscos back in 1986. Hard to believe from such rusty urban confines, I was merely an hour away from a majestic tour through romantic wine country. Its easy to forget about the world outside Toronto's urban sprawl but while summertime sees countless thousands sit for hours in traffic to escape to cottage country, far too many forget that we have our very own Napa Valley at our doorstep.

It remains one of my greatest pet peeves, that while Niagara wines are making waves worldwide (including winning some major competitions), most of us here in Ontario treat our treasured wine country like the ugly step child. It baffles me to no end that most restaurant consumers will gladly splash $150 for an average bottle of Red Burgundy while spectacular Niagara pinots are often available at half that price. Naturally much of this stems from the painful memories many of us have our first Niagara wine experiences. But that god awful bottle of Jackson Triggs you picked up at a Wine Rack half a dozen years back is not at all a reflection of the growing roster of talented producers unleashing worldclass juice for those lucky of us to get over our inferiority complex.

The vinyards at De Sousa in January

I left behind the ruffians from FA Cup matchday and hopped into a car bound for wine country. My good friend Naomi Laurie studied winemaking in Niagara and was my tour guide for the days tastings. Newly certified as a Court of Master Sommelier and friends with many of the best wine people in the Niagara region, there was no one better to take the lead and we were on course for the best Niagara has to offer.

We began our day in our mutually favourite appelation in the region, The Beamsville Bench. It was remarkable to drive along into the rolling vinyards and note 3 of my favorite producers, Hidden Bench, 30 Bench, and Rosewood, all located within a 6-iron's reach of eachother. Truly this is some special terrain and highlights the need to refine our simplistic AVA system here in the region. We'd later spend some time grabbing wine chemistry text books from an aspiring wine maker whose current project was just that, to redefine more accurately the Niagara appelations using a massive accumulation of data he's been compiling.

2007 La Brunante 

We began the day in the finest of style at Hidden Bench. One of the regions most highly touted wineries was a perfect way to kickstart the pallette. Naomi began with their Fume Blanc which does a much finer cool climate tribute to the Loire Valley than Mondavi ever managed with coining the term in California. I started with their rare 2009 Viognier, which sadly lacked that floral attack that typically balances so well against the acidity in the best examples of this grape. I could see why they keep it to themselves. We moved on to the pinots. 2008 Estate Pinot Noir and the 2007 Locust Lane Pino Noir. Surprisingly enough, the younger and cheaper Estate bottle outshined its single vinyard cousin by miles. When one considers how much better the 2007 vintage was compared to the 2008 vintage it is an even more staggering feat. Yet this perhaps highlights a theory that here in Ontario, where the terroir and vinyard sizes differ greatly from Burgundy, blending "estate" wines from many vinyards produces better product than what can be achieved with single vinyard growths. Regardless, the public's affinity for single vinyard "status" allows those in the "know" to grab much better value on "Estate" series wines. We finished the day with their two meritage blends, the 2008 Terroir Cache and the 2007 La Brunante. Both prove to be bold and fantastic, though side by side, the superiority of the premium La Brunante shines through. The superior vintage certainly plays a part with any Ontario wine that features Cabernet Sauvignon (why do we still grow it here?), but I believe the blend also plays a part, with Cabernet Sauv taking a backseat in the La Brunante behind Merlot, Cab Franc and Malbec (all three of which grow MUCH better here in Ontario...especially cab franc...my obsession).

2008 Tawse Cabernet Franc

Our next stop along the path was to Tawse, which is quickly becoming my favourite Ontario producer. While their spectacular winery trumpets the big money behind the operation, their commitment to quality in EVERY bottle reflects that there is passion to back up that investment. While again I have often trumpeted the need in Ontario to show more FOCUS on a few grapes, Tawse remains an anomaly that produces a vast array of grapes and somehow does all of them well. I began with a perfect reminder of this with their Robyn's Block Chardonnay. A Big, beautiful and buttery masterpiece. And I say this as someone who prefers unoaked chardonnays or the subtle treatments of classic white burgundy. It reminds me of David Ramey's line, which again, though nothing like my style of chardonnay, remains stunning nonetheless. We move along to the rieslings, which run on both styles of the grape, both dry and fruit forward. For me though its the reds I've been salivating over and we begin with the spot on 2008 Cherry Avenue Pinot Noir. The stewed fruit dances atop the divinely earthy bottom end in a perfect representation of this most elusive animal, the pinot noir. We move on to the David's Block Merlot, another rock solid meal in a glass. We finish with the wine that first ignited my love of this estate, their Cabernet Franc. Over the years I've come to believe that not only is Cabernet Franc the ultimate food wine, but that it could very well be Ontario's flagship down the road, as we already do it better here than they do in its birthplace in the Loire Valley. The Tawse is amongst the best their is. Velvety smooth, it coats the mouth with its enourmous girth, only to give way to a deliciously balanced vegetal side that makes it so flexible in food pairings. I dont leave without some home stock of this guy.

After two heavyweights, we decide on the need to try some value wines, and thus began the Andrzej Lipinksy portion of our tour. Andrzej is one of Niagara's storied winemakers, whose journey has seen him making waves at Vineland, De Sousa, Organized Crime, Megalomaniac, Fielding, Foreign Affair and most recently at Colaneri. He is one of the pioneering forces behind producing Amarone style wines known as appassimento here in Ontario. Naomi has worked closely with Andrzej over the years and we dedicate the remainder of our day searching out his wines.

The De Sousa Estate

This takes us to the De Sousa Wine Cellars, which is a delightful value estate with a unique history. Originally committed to making Portugese grapes and styles here in Ontario, they were for many years the only Ontario port that ACTUALLY tasted like port. The family was eventually bought out by Diamond and the focus has shifted slightly, but you can see the Portugese heritage throughout the property. We were dissapointed to taste their current port offering, which had indeed shifted back to tasting like fortified Ontario Cab instead of true Port. The excitement cranked up when we found a few bottles of Andrzej era Cabernet Franc from 2006 that had been recently found in some hidden crate in the warehouse. Priced for clearence I grabbed a pair for $10 apiece.

Next was famed Appassimento flagship, Foreign Affair, where Andrzej made the style arrive here in Niagara. While the wines are no doubt delicious, they simply price themselves out of desirability. Which is too bad because this style of wine lends itself very well here. The only truly dissapointing wine was the Sauvignon Blanc which was actually quite swampy (surprising in our cool climate region) and flat. While their roster of wines were otherwise exceptional, I couldnt help but feel each one would be better at half the price. The appassimento styled Cabernet Franc, even though it had been opened for days, was still a masterpiece of picture perfect cab franc esconced in a chocolate robe. Yet at $110, I just couldnt see myself buying in. Further, the vintages bottled that were post Andrzej were noticably less stunning than those bottled by him.

Colaneri Estate Winery

We finished our day with a mad rush to Andrzej's current home pitch, Colaneri. Located just across the way from another of my favorite producers, Chateau Des Charmes, the estate here is a stunning take on an old world estate. Out back are the old tobacco kiln's (wisely bought up as ginseng has taken up so many thousands of tobacco acres) in which they dry out the grapes for Lipinky's signature style. The tasting room overlooks the fermenting tanks and barrel rooms in the confines of what feels like a mideval castle. What we soon disover is that Colaneri continues to represent a stunning winemaking lineage, but at prices that are far more fan friendly. The 2009 Gewurtzraminer, made with 50% dried fruit, is simply remarkable. Unlike any gewurtz I've ever had it was delightful and unique. While Josko Gravner's been making headlines with his unique styles in Italy, right here in Ontario Andrzej Lipinky has made an identical achievement and at $25 a bottle, this one is available for the everyman. The 2009 Pinot Grigio is a similarly unique achievement, though lady patio seekers who yearn to sip watery grigio's all summer long be warned...this isnt your Santa Margherita. While the appassimento styled reds arent available yet in bottle, their traditional offerings display a craft and quality in the fruit, that shows once dried fruit is ready, there are heroes in the making. From the cab franc to the merlot, to the surprisingly upstart syrah, this is a winery ready to explode.

Inside Colaneri

We finished our day nerding out over wine texts and hours of passionate discourse on the future of Niagara wine. Big things are clearly here at our doorstep. What began with Clos Jordanne's internationally acclaimed 2005 chardonnay, continued through the best ever 2007 vintage and is poised to grow with the eventual arrivals of the even better 2010 vintage, is a very serious evolution in our ugly step child. With producers and winemakers growing exponentially, and a rise in public awareness it is high time to get over your prejudice and take a barrel ride over the falls.

As Mussolini From The Balcony

I am incredibly proud to officially announce The Red Devil Bourbon Tasting, the premier event in an ongoing series of wine & spirit tastings we will be hosting in the months to come. The spirit of the tasting series will be to provide authentic & unbiased consumer feedback on a variety of wine and spirits.

Thursday February 3rd, an exclusive group of lucky tasters will be gathering for our debut event at The Liss Gallery in Yorkville. Maker's Mark Brand Ambassador Matt Jones will be on hand to lead the tasting and conduct a bourbon master class. The lineup of premium bourbons includes Maker's Mark, Knob Creek, Bulleit, Baker's, Basil Hayden, and Elijah Craig. Even more exciting is the event will mark the first "unofficial" tasting in CANADA of Maker's 46, the exciting new premium brand that will be hitting the shelves in your local LCBO next month. Our guests will also be provided appetizer's from the kitchen at nearby ONE Restaurant. Finally, the event is being held in conjunction with a presentation of selected works of acclaimed photographer & architect, Simeon Posen, whose work has been showcased at the National Gallery in Ottawa and who will be on hand for the tasting. The event will be covered and photographed for The Red Devil blog as well as several other media outlets.

An event of this magnitude would not be possible without the continued interest of you the readers of The Red Devil. Without any advertising, the word of mouth growth of the Red Devil has seen each of the past 2 postings garner over 500 pageviews apiece. While the coverage of the Bourbon Tasting will no doubt raise the profile of my little blog, I wanted to take an opportunity to thank those of you whove expressed an interest here in the early days of The Red Devil. You are the true hedonists that have inspired the whole thing.


So lets raise a glass. To bourbon. To the undefeated Red Devil's of Manchester United. And to you.

The Meaning of Life

As our table of 7 sat moaning and clutching our overstuffed bellies, in a bittersweet tribute to our glutonous state of immobility, there was a certain level of sheer horror as we saw the staff at C5 descending upon us with 7 new dessert plates, compliments of the house. At once I was reminded of one of the most iconic scenes in the brilliant career of Monty Python, as Mr Creosote is fed just 1 more mint (wafer thin), at which point he literally explodes all over an entire fine dining room. Its an image which has stuck with me for over 20 years and sitting in the fabulously decored dining room of The Royal Ontario Museum, the paralells to our brunch table were unmistakable. As we exchanged donuts to make it appear as though everyone ate at least SOMETHING of our complimentary dessert, I half expected to be covered in someone's insides at any moment.

The "No mas" face of delightful glutony

With One Restaurant closed for 2 weeks for renovation, I was on my first day of a rather open ended staycation. Kicking things off with a sensational (if not zealously glutonous) brunch at C5, I still had little idea of what I was going to do with myself for the next 15 days. It was sitting there, at a table that had devolved from dialougue to simple gutteral moaning, and inspired by the joyous explosion of Mr Creosote, that an idea struck me. I was to embark on a 2 week oddessey through culinary exctacy. My mission was to dispell 2 myths, both of which irk me to no end.

First, the idea that eating rich and delicious fatty foods will result in a rich and unnappealing waistline. I'd shed over 20 lbs since moving to Toronto 4 years ago, and none of it had to do with cutting out fatty foods. In fact my weekly intake of such fat-tastic monstrosities as foie gras & pork fat was much higher now than when I clocked in at 215 lbs. Yet without any sort of workout regiment, I rarely, if ever weigh in over 190. I can marv down an entire Momma's pizza in one night, and yet have dicarded 10 years of size 36's for 33's. My mom says I'm quite the catch.

Second is the idea that eating great food every day is simply beyond the means of the average citizen. So demoralized are the McJob generation that we have virtually excepted the doom and gloom of Supersize Me as gospel, and that anyone falling short of six figure income is destined to suffer the horrible fate of chewing down processerd crap for their entire lives. This tragic bit of fearmongering couldnt be further from the truth. While the fine dining of 15 tears ago was an excercize in a virtual caste system, the modern chef is opening their doors to the masses with fantastic fare at affordable prices, and often in rooms that dont remind you of how poorly dressed you are. In addition, there has been a re-awakening of the home cook. Bouyed by television programming, the information age and a vastly more available market for fresh foods, an era of culinary delight in the comfort of your own home is at hand (even for a pleb like myself). With no employment (therefore income) for 2 weeks, if I could afford the oddessey I was about to embark upon, than anyone could.

It was decided. For 2 weeks, nothing but excess of the most immaculate food I could stumble upon. Each day I would document the food, as well as my activity, to demonstrate that you can go big, without getting big. And as an added obstacle, I began this adventure 2 weeks into having quit smoking. Nothing says weight gain like dropping cigarettes....right?

So this would be my Supersize Me. Or my Guinnessize Me (a remarkable independant Irish film thats tragically under distributed on this side of the Atlantic). Or my Meaning of Life.

(note: I apologize for the low res camera phone shots. I still feel self concious about being THAT guy taking food shots at a restaurant with a Nikon Cool Pics, and thus stealth shots under the guise of checking my text messages. Time to ivest in a more jounalistic camera)

DAY ONE

I'd heard for some time of the remarkable brunch being served at C5 at The ROM, so I was quite excited to begin my vacation with a group of close friends, all dressed up and ready to mow. Further it was a chance to dine with an old friend whose been cooking for the past 2 years at a Michelin star shop in London England. He loves it there, but misses the familiar Toronto tastes such as the McEwan Miso Cod. We laughed that 3 of the 7 of us had recieved the new McEwan cookbook for Christmas. Dining with Mark's personal assistant we were all promised autographs.

Charcuterie Platter - C5

We began with pastries and charcuterie, and while I've never been the biggest pastry guy, it proved a worthy vessel for the pork liver pate and the foie torchon, both of which were heavenly. While my commrades were raving about their Bacon Stuffed Pancakes, and deconstructed Huevos Rancheros, I was falling in love with the lobster ommelette with gruyere & peameal bacon on an English Muffin. I will admit that the Confit Potato Hash with chorizo, mahon & creme fraiche sounded way better than it came off on the plate. I will also admit that it didnt stop me from eating the side entirely. One of our guests ordered a tasting of their entire (and impressive) bacon menu which most certainly led to some bacon envy. Fortunately we were an assembly who all understood the value of sharing plates, a style of dining which will be a focal point when the Red Devil opens its own doors one day. By the time we finished nobody could move, which made the complimentary dessert course horrifying. Yet our commitment to delicious would not allow for anything short of force feeding ourselves. I had a sudden glimpse of the horrifying life of the goose destined to become foie...ironic given how much torchon I had ingested.

Lobster Ommlette on English Muffin - C5

As for costs, while this might have been a tad steep on its own, we were guests of the management & therefore we were looked after pretty well. Tax & tip included this one came in at $40 a head.

I finished the day off with some manual labor (got to pay the bills somehow in this period of unemployment) but as for activity, that was it

Began the day (and the experiment) weighing in at 189lbs.

DAY TWO

Still feeling the foie torchon lumbering around my belly, I began the day with a 20 minute jog around Baldwin Village. Big mistake. While I usually jog once a week or so in the spring/summer/fall, I had never done so in the below centigrade side of the calender before. Trying to catch your breath while jogging in these temperatures can only be compared to having tiny icy daggers ripping apart one's windpipe & lungs. It was decidedly more unpleasant than I could have possibly predicted & woulod certainly be my last outdoor jog until April.

I consoled myself with a walk through Kensington Market, where in spending less than $80, I picked up the entire list of groceries for everything I'd eat at home until further notice. On the menu for lunch was a fruit salad with grapes & watermelon, which was a joyous way to root on Real Madrid to victory on Derby Day over Getafe. Festooned on the couch, there was little or no activity on the cards foir this day. Beyond standing to give ovation to the return of Kaka to the Royal Blues, which they need given the absence of Higuain for the balance of the season.

Shortib Pappardelle

For dinner I was beer braising beef shortribs, which I typially pair with farfalle in a reduction of the braising liquid, with mushrooms & onions. The market was unfortunately barren of farfalle however so I improvised with papardelle noodles cut short into 11/2 inch lengths. Made enough to feed myself thoroughly & to have several days worth of leftovers.

DAY THREE

The Sandwich Board - Biff's Bistro

Kicked off Tuesday with a turkey melt on a kaiser with Le Brin cheese, swiss chard, creamy dijon & black pepper alongside a litre of chocolate milk. Chocolate milk is the medicine. Promptly followed this up with a hike across town from Baldwin Village to the Parliament Street pet shop Menagerie to pick up some gear to welcome my new pet Puffer fish, Garth Algar (party on Wayne). The dinner portion of our day would be spent at Biff's Bistro, an Oliver & Bonacini joint on Front Street. The main attraction, dollar oysters. As frightening as discount shellfish may sound. OB is a safe haven when it comes to food quality with an established brand to maintain and this is definitely one of my favorite things to do in town. Dining with an old colleague from One, we jammed down 50 delicious Atlantic oysters along with a couple of fantastic white wines. We began with an Albarinho from Vina Cartin in the Rias Baxis of Galicia, which has a geographical afftinity for the oyster. A perfect pairing. After polishing of a bottle we went to a glass each of the William Fevre "Champs Royeaux" Chablis. While of defiitely on the lower end of the Fevre catalog, the wines of this producer even at this calibre are remarkable. Still shellfish friendly, though noticably bigger than its superlight predecesor, making it the better 2nd choice. We wouldnt have tasted the albarinho had we reversed that order. Total cost for half the bill (mostly booze...hardly necessary....though fully welcomed) was $85. Loaded on 3 baskets of bread and over 2 dozen oysters each, we stumbled north to a dinner party in midtown where we soaked in more wine and picked at baked fish pie and Lindor chocolates.

Oyster Platter (1 of 3) - Biff's Bistro

DAY FOUR

Kept it simple for lunch with Harvest Crunch serial and milk with honey. But promtly decided second lunch was needed and marved on shortrib pasta leftovers. Feeling the itch to get some sort of physical activity in, I paired up for a rigorous hour long game of squash. 60 full minutes of highly competitve squash felt pretty fantastic, and for the first time since I dropped cigarrettes, I fully noticed improved lung capacity. A great feeling. Promptly rewarded with a guys night in, filled with bowling, table tennis, whiskey, beer and beef patties.

Began the day weighing in at 186 lbs.

DAY FIVE

Front Window - Porchetta and Co.

Began the day with a journey to the newest Dundas West star attraction, Porchetta and Co. Sandwich Shop. There was a palpable level of excitement there coming off of another crazy busy lunch rush as I entered. It was down to some regulars (nearby Chefs), the owner Nick Auf De Mauer, and his wife. The place was buzzing after learning North American publication giant Food And Wine magazine had contacted them. They serve only a sandwich and a soup in a primarily takeout capacity and its the exact kind of place that really makes an already outstanding upcoming neighborhood. I took down both the daily soup (today a cream of cabbage with double smoked bacon) and a porchetta sandwhich and couldnt help be taken aback by the snow falling on this Little Portugal sidewalk, thinking how appropriate it was I should be here taking in a roast pork sandwhich. I was at once reminded of my day out in another Portugese/Brazilian enclave on St. Clair West during the World Cup during the Portugal Vs. Brazil contest. While the game was a letdown, the atmosphere of the street party was amongst the greatest experiences of my life. I have a lot of portugese friends and I am constantly reminded of them all with every bite I ever eat of roast pork. Needless to say it was the most delicious of sandwiches with pork at once both creamy & crispy. At $10 for soup & sammy you just cant go wrong. This place is gonna be big. I bring home a 2nd sammy for dinner to go alongside watermelon & the last shortrib leftovers.

Porchetta Sandwich - Porchetta and Co.

I also decide upon a future blog article entitled Amy Pataki Can Sit On An Egg & Rotate.

The night went late, having gone out to check out The Five Aces live in concert. When the party returned back to my place afterward we made the call to Toronto's late night delivery institution, Sizzler's. Poutine & a bacon-cheeseburger seem a fine idea at 3am.

DAY SIX

After spending my first Christmas holiday with my family in several years a few weeks back I have had the jones for some authentic old school Hungarian cuisine. After cereal & sandwich combo (both as previously prepared) for lunch, I began simmering together the classic Hungarian vege dish, Lesco. My dad was correct by insisting the fragrances arising while you cook this dish are drenched in familiarity. Hardly the stuff of fatty delight, my simmering pan of tomato, green pepper & onions is gonna need an injection to come up to code. Good thing I've got a lb of double smoked bacon resting in the fridge. Soon its pan frying alongside the Lesco and when finished promises several sittings of delicious.
 

DAY SEVEN

Baldwin Village 7am the morning of FA Cup Rd 3

FA Cup weekends in England are the stuff of football legend. Rounds 3 and 4 are famous for unthinkable upsets and classic rivalries renewed. Thus I brave the morning blizzard and march down the best place in the city to catch the beautiful game, The Football Factory. Owners Pat & Chris have a terrific family thing going here with dedicated regulars, full & complete football coverage, passionate & entertaining staff and a rock solid kitchen. I'm surrounded by a gaggle of Leeds fans (clearly excited to finally have a match televised) and I dig in to my classic bacon & eggs breakfast with side of chorizo. Before I can finish off dipping through the last of the yolk the place explodes as Leeds take an unlikely lead at the Emirates. The outnumbered Gunners faithful seem to shrink before our very eyes. While a late equalizer ensures a 2nd leg in Yorkshire, the Leeds faithful are elated (including Chef Ben from One, who called screaming Leeds forever nonsense into my cellular). Breakfast & coffee for nearly 4 hours of Cup day cost $15 with tip

Factory Breakfast - Football Factory

I walk off breakfast on the way home but there was little I could do to prepare for the glutony that was to come with my first visit to Fabrica. As in other McEwan shops, I at once feel much more magnetized to the lounge than the dining room. And while this one is nowhere near as formal as Bymark or One, its more about how inviting I find the lounges at his restaurants. Sophisticated without being pompous, its just right as far as my limited sense of decor is concerned. I waste no time getting into the draft of Birra Dolomiti, a fantastic Italian beer thats light, crisp and is armed with a more dialed back and refined carbonation thats oddly reminiscent of champagne. Instantly we become friends.

Birra Dolomitti w/ Mushroom & Truffle Risotto - Fabrica

The food was incredible. I began with an assortment of berkshire proscioto, polpetta (a giant marinara meatball) and some bread served with olive oil, all of which were on point. At $7 I can see that meatball being a big hit for the bar crowd. Next comes the mushroom risotto with shaved truffle. While the flavors were there, I must admit I am spoiled with the same (and superior) dish at One. Its good, but it can only stnad by and watch One's version take the title. By now I am suspiciously full, but there is more to do so I welcome out the Manzo (beef carpaccio with mustard sauce, capers, onions & piave). A good carpaccio is all about subleties as the chef blends an array of flavors in a symphony thats all about each part hitting its note. This one is a Beethoven. Everything in its place it stands as the best thing I've eaten all night. Until I arrive at the grand finale, the Chef's selection, Porchetta. This is the kind of definingf dish that makes the McEwan brand what it is. Its simple. Pork shoulder with pear mostarda & pesto, swimming in jus. But its tender in a way thats otherworldly and in its simple decadence lies culinary genius. I want every day of my life to include this dish. Though I cant help but wonder about my little experiment the next morning, when I awake, STILL FULL, from the night before.

Manzo - Fabrica

DAY EIGHT

There are few words to express the ferver over England's "Greatness Derby". There are few (if any) rivalries in sport that generate the hot-blooded animosity of Manchester United v Liverpool fixture. While I typically revel in the friendly barbs between supporters in other fixtures, coming up against Liverpool likens me to the pre-conscription soldier, hellbent on the humiliating defeat of my one true enemy. Thus the Rd 3 Cup draw versus Liverpool was the marquee matchup of the season so far. Once again I huddled at the Factory bar, this time warmed with a mass of anonymous United bretheren, whilst the wise table of Anfield scum huddled quietly in the safety of the front booths. The ageless wonder (and for my money United's all time hero) Ryan Giggs buried an early spot kick and from there on it was drink and song and screaming for the next 90 minutes. It was far from the prettiest of wins, but the heart of a champion is not defined on form alone. I press those fans of "beautiful ball" clubs like Barca & Arsenal to remember that. Believe is not a catch-phrase but a way of life.

Oh yeah...food. Drunk on the spoils of our early morning triumph, the United supporters stayed along to watch crosstown rival City blow a lead against Championship side Leicester. I passed the time with factory's bacon sandwich with egg & cheddar. By the time we got to the next match it was time for La Liga & a critical fixture between the Royal Blue Madridistas and Villareal. Barca fan Hugo, the bartender, playfully threatened to broadcast a third FA Cup draw instead of Madrid garbage, but now drunk on triumph AS WELL AS pints, I would not be denied. While I was disheartened by 2 Villareal scores, and an absence of Ray Hudson (read Jesus) on the mic, I was most definitely lifted by a huge helping of BBQ pork ribs in Guiness sauce. It occurred to me that I may have consumed an entire pig this week. In the end, Ronaldo's hat trick & Kaka's finale lifted Mourinho's boys to victory and sent us stumbling into the afternoon on a high note. But it was more a waddle....as I definitely had gone the ay of the walrus these past 2 days.

Dinner was late as I was stuffed from the days regiment, and was leftover Lesco & bacon with a side of bumbleberry pie..

DAY NINE

Bagel + Lox - Drake Hotel

A long overdue return to the squash court. I had dialed up the glutony and muted the activity quite a bit the past 2 days. Squash, a soak and a sweat were just what the doctor ordered. My reward was a visit to the Drake Hotel to visit a dear friend, pastry chef Karen Vineberg. While a bagel & lox sounds the healthy choice, all those carbs & cream cheese have to count for something right? No matter, because the smoked salmon, greens & capers were the tastiest breakfast I'd had all week. For dessert, I stuck with my Homer Simpson instincts which buzzed like a fatman's spidey sense at the word donut. Karen's doughnut bread pudding with hot chocolate was superfluous with a side of orgasmic (take that Ray Hudson). She had most definitely improved on the already massively popular recipe she once served at One.

Doughnut Bread Pudding - Drake Hotel

While dinner was supposed to be at Duggan's Brew Pub (for the Mcewan staff Christmas party), a few colleagues gathered at my place for warmup beverages and a dose of Hank Moody (having downloaded the first 2 episodes of Californication Season 4). The natural compliment was to ring up Mama's Pizza. Party size with Goat Cheese Garlic & Pinnaple dissappeared in no time and soon enough we were shaking off that pizza dough on the Nintendo Wii with samba Di Amigo & body contact bowling (I have shady & aggressive friends).

Began the day weighing in at 187 (a surprise given how glutonous I actually felt).

DAY TEN

For lunch I finished off 2 slices that survived the night before and began making my stock for my final home cooked dinner piece. The end result would be Truffle Mac n Cheese with Orecicchiete, mushrooms, swiss raclettte, truffle oil & topped with slices of pan seared scallop. Rich and warm in every way, its a perfect winter pasta for a sedintary night inside the house when its minus 20 degrees outside.I also dabbled in the grotesque world of cinema food. By far the worst thing I ate all week, the hotdog and nacho combo at Varsity Theatre reminded me why I DON'T eat like the common man.

DAY ELEVEN

Returned to Porchetta and Co. Something about having a slow roasted pork shoulder...thats wrapped in prosciuto, and then wrapped in house cured pork belly...on a fresh baked bun...with truffle mayo...yeah I shouldnt need to go on. Its fantastic.

Cream of Cabbage Soup - Porchetta and Co.

Dinner was a return to my favorite new shop in the city, Marben. Chef Carl runs a fantastic operation centered around foodies. Their Chef's table sits literally into the kitchen, allowing them to chat with you throughout your meal, about what your eating and beyond. The menu is constantly changing, and they genuinely enjoy learning about what their guests like and dont like about the food.

I had arrived early and as if to prove my previous statement, they bring me a new dish they were considering for the next menu. A fennel and radish salad with grapefruit, ranch dressing, cured trout and topped with a cheese croquette. Before I knew it, one of the chefs was at the table asking whether or not there was too much grapefruit.

"The Spread" - Marben

Once everyone arrived and was armed with a glass of Cava, the food began to pour out of the kitchen. Oyster's from Rodney's, an impressive housemade charcuterie platter, a literally to die for squash soup. It wasnt until the arrival of the mushroom spaezle that I had anything I didnt love. We rolled on to the chicken ballotine, which is hands down the best chicken dish I've had in any restaurant. Then came the gnocchi, the trout and the signature dish, the burger stuffed with braised shortribs. By the time the 2 fantastic dessert platters arrived, I was transported full circle back to that brunch at C5. That feeling somewhere between satisfaction and explosion. My brain was powering down...so forgive me if I cant remember exactly what those 2 delicious desserts were...but trust that they were delicious. We finished the last of our Tawse Cab Franc (I'm sure I have written of it before on this blog....but yeah...this one is a home run in any crowd. A true Canadian fan favorite) and made our way to the frozen tundra.

While fit to burst at any moment, my night was far from over. I had 3 hours of dancing ahead of me, which would be the last true excersize of my 2 week experiment. My squash partners were tied up the fiollowing days so this was it. From KRS-One to Q Tip to Mase...well I never stopped dancing. It was the kind of night that cant help pour out into the street and before I knew it a contingent were back at my place armed with late night liquor and singalongs to Smokey & The Miracles.

DAY TWELVE

Its safe to say exhaustion was setting in. My vacation was beginning to wear me down. I took a bed day. Ordered a Panormous Pepperoni from Pizza Hut and spent the balance of the day in my bed. If you have a problem with that...well sounds like your problem.

DAY THIRTEEN & FOURTEEN

 My culinary experiment had reached its pinnacle the past few days and my grocries & finances had reached their closing bell. Leftovers closed out the affair from pizza to mac n cheese. One glorious highlight was the return volley from my roomate (and G20 media darling, Sir Adam Nobody) who so enjoyed my shortrib pappardelle, he insisted I dive into his dinner of grilled pork chops with chicken gravy. Pizza Hut wasn't finished with me either, as the universe (or restaurant management) decided that staff meal for the crew working to rebuild ONE after the floor renovation would be none other than a stack of heaping boxes of Hut.

Nobody's Pork Chop

Which brings me to the activities. While there wasnt much cardio happening I did spend 9 hours on a 4-man crew lugging the entirety of our restaurant (tables, chairs, wine, liquor, ornaments etc) up from the basement and into the dining area. I dont know that did anything for the waistline, but I learned that in the right circumstance, both wet snow and marble can actually be the bane of my existance. I also packed in a pair of ridiculous dancing nights into my experimental swan song, so cardio wasnt abandoned altogether (even if about a dozen pounds of waterweight may have been).


FINAL WEIGH IN: 185 lbs.

Conclusions:

Well my first conclusion is how spoiled we are here in Toronto for food. As a culinary community we often suffer an inferiority complex next to the Londons and New Yorks of the world but whether or not we realize it ourselves we are on the map. And while we may lack the mega fare of Keller and Boulud, most of those are beyond the means of the every day citizen anyhow. Yet for those who can spend $15-$75 a meal there is ENDLESS choice of outstanding and world class options. Its not just the food I had here, but the food I DIDN'T get around to. From Grindhouse to the Hoof to to Buca and literally DOZENS of others we are suffering and embaressment of riches.

But thats not really the point of this. How was my bank account? Well I survived pretty famously for 2 weeks on under $100 in groceries. While there was a couple of heavy hitter evenings at Marben, C5 and Fabrica, all of those places are doable under $50 so long as you stick to a couple of courses. Beyond that everything I ate rang in around the $20 mark. Not so bad considering what most of you probably spend in takeout.

Even more amazing. I actually lost 4 pounds. Further I literally spelled out every activity of a physical nature. 1 jog, a couple days of lifting, 2 games of squash, 4 nights of dancing and a handful of walks hardly constitutes and over active lifestyle. Its a pretty comfortable one actually, thats quite enamored with my couch. It just goes to show with the most minimal effort and a sense of balance you can do just about whatever you want in this life without going the way of the walrus.

The point on the weight side is nothing, positive OR negative happens over night. Getting into the shape you are most comfortable in is a process that takes a great deal of time. The forces that carved Niagara Falls didnt achieve that greatness in even hundreds of human lifetimes. In the same light we cannot expect to gain or lose weight in noticeable increments. So live a little. Because when we're done it should have at least been some fun. THAT my friends, is my meaning of life.