24 hours in the Big Smoke
After one of the longest stints grounded in recent memory, I was up in the air this weekend, in the big smoke, the T-dot, the centre of the universe, Toronto.
The purpose of this brief sojourn was threefold: inspect the apartment I’ll be calling home this coming summer; firm up plans for my second co-operative work placement (the final requirement of Red River College’s culinary arts program); and, lastly but not leastly, have a bit of fun.
And oh, what fun I had!
Indeed, I was fortunate enough to spend a better part of Sunday working the line during the brunch rush at Café Belong, alongside the resto’s chef de cuisine — who also just happens to be a dear friend from my days in Ottawa, and with whom I’ll be sharing an apartment this coming summer.
It was intense. I’m but a lamb in the woods when it comes to cookery. She’s a frickin’ lion.
Nevertheless, I had a blast — and can’t think of a better way to have spent a frigid Sunday in the Big Smoke.
