The all-encompassing “Patio Beer”. I dig it. You all dig it. I finally made it out for my first of the year with Dave, my partner in all-things-ridiculous-and-also-snuggling, and we first decided to check out the Duke of York down the street. I like it there because it’s fancy (for a pub) and the patio is all enclosed so there’s no wind. I have an issue with wind, we hate eachother. I’ll maybe get into it later.
So we sit down, the waiter cleans off our table, and hands us the brunch menu. I ask if they have any pint specials. He looks at me wierd and says no. So what I did, was say we changed our minds, and headed over to Gabby’s across from the ROM. The front patio is small, only 5 tables, but I like looking at dinosaurs while I eat. Don’t judge me. I miss Christie. My last patio beer was with her. She just came back to the city today so that makes me happy and stuff.
I foolishly ordered Dave and myself two pints of Rickard’s White, not paying attention to the fact that they were SIX DOLLARS EACH (I’m on a budget here, people). I got “Gabby’s Ultimate Salad”, which is tasty as all hell. I contemplated how long it would take for myself to get a sunburn at our table. By the time I finished my lunch, sure enough, my arm was nice and pink. I took some pictures with my cell phone, because my camera still lies dead on my desk and I still am too lazy to call and find out how much it costs to fix it/wether I should bother.
When the bill came, I went to the ATM inside. Broken. Lovely. Then, a lovely homeless man begging for change outside McDonald’s told me where my closest two ATM options were. Down to Bay St., or back to Bedford. I swore to myself, and luckily a waitress at Gabby’s remembered there was an ATM inside the Intercontinetal Hotel next door. Yay! So away I went, back, and paid the server. $36 gone. Sigh.
So then, in a moment of weakness, I saw the ice cream truck around the corner by the ROM, and got Dave and myself some ice cream cones. I forgot how good those tasted. Holy eff.
I guess the moral of the story, if there was one, is to always check the prices of beer when you’re on a budget before you happily announce you want two. And always remember… if an ice cream truck is near, you MUST purchase something or you’re a terrible, soulless person. Oh. And super pale kids get wierd glances when outside on a nice summer day.
Also, there was some dude in a cartoon dinosaur costume walking around outside the ROM briefly. I do not know what was going on, but I would like to see him again.
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Lookin’ gangsta. I like it. Let’s see some more photos of it!
Pints and on-a-budget are not friends. Don’t put them near each other.
Rickard’s white rocks the spot but it ain’t got shit on the Hoegaarden. Hoegaarden is my joint. If a place has that on tap, I am set for the night.
On the rare occasion I find myself in downtown Toronto, I make sure to get a large chocolate soft serve ice cream cone. It’s mandatory.
your first patio beer and my first patio beer were the same.
and both were equally expensive.
why does good beer have to break my wallet?
although, mine would have totally been worth it if a dude in a dinosaur suit was walking around in the vicinity. that’s just too rad.
also, we’re equally as pasty. hot.
Awwww I miss our first patio beer the year before. BUT THAT’S NOT WHY I WROTE THIS COMMENT, I WROTE THIS COMMENT TO TELL YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY FOR THE BILLIONTH TIME.
YAY BIRTHDAY!
On the rare occasion I find myself in downtown Toronto, I make sure to get a large chocolate soft serve ice cream cone. It's mandatory.
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