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One For My Baby (And One More For The Road)

Tomorrow the boy goes off to camp for two weeks for the fifth year.  I always think before he goes:  He’s a tiny baby, how will he survive in the wild?  Actually, now I’m thinking how will the wild survive with Bigfoot in their midst?  He’s all spindly arms and giant veins with huge and hands and GI-NORMOUS feet that shuffle through the city streets looking for food.  Burgers, of course:  The Burgers Priest, Great Burger Kitchen, The Burger Shoppe have fed the Freddy.  And every Friday, Pizzaiolo brings him his large pepperoni with a Brio.  This Friday though, I thought I’d do something special and take him to the new pizza joint, Viccino Pizzeria, at 1923 Queen Street East, just east of Woodbine.  Before going in, I was kind of hoping it would be kind of like that pizza place in Do The Right Thing, which is one of my favourite summer movies and so influential that I still pronounce “mozzarella” like “mooza-f**king-rella” when I’m ordering it at a cheese counter, I just can’t help it.  Here we’ve been having a hot spell and I love when movies depict heatwaves as backdrops for crazy volatile behaviour like in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof and Dog Day Afternoon, good sweaty fun!  Anyway, I was half expecting one of those pizza places with checkered table cloths, Chianti bottles for candle holders and signed Hollywood photographs of the owner with Italian-American celebrities like Danny Aiello and John Tarturro.  Inside was quite fancy in that haute urban pizza parlour way, with the exposed kitchen in the back, featuring the soon-to-be-famous wooden pizza oven.  I found out this thing was a work of art, specially custom crafted and unlike any oven anywhere else.  It’s a family run business and our waiter (nephew of the owner) was really friendly.  There are several pizzas to choose from, as well as build your own, I ordered a chicken gorgonzola with caramelized onions….Freddy ordered ****pepperoni****am rolling my eyes, Jughead needs to step up his game.  The personal size is a medium, and they are quite big but!  Holy Heaven was in that crust!  Apparently there is something magic about the oven that makes it so fantastic.  Both Freddy and I tend to leave crust-bones behind for Betty the dog but this time, we inhaled them ourselves.  They did play Frank Sinatra which made the experience authentic and also helped us helped keep the pace.  Freddy ate the whole thing, nice and easy does it, and I saved a piece for Evangeline which I ate on the way home, call me irresponsible!

Viccino Pizzeria, 1923 Queen St East 416-693-1010, eat-in, takeout, or deliver!

What Happens in the Car Wash…

Okay, birthday week is officially over now that all the Champagne is gone.  I can’t NOT say the word  “Champagne”  like Bubbles from Little Britain, “Champagne for everyone!”  Although I never really drink the real stuff, just bubbly wine, it could be from anywhere, I don’t care.  It puts me in the best (and craziest) mood and I will not tell you what I did in the car wash at Queen and Kingston Road.  If I wasn’t such a charming LOCA (lady of a certain age), I could have been arrested and no, I wasn’t driving.  Anyway, there is nothing a like a super fun Champagne buzz to bring on the most profoundly existential angst-ridden hangover the next day.  Will I ever learn?  No, but what I have learned is to embrace my inner wretchedness.  First start with Vitamin Water, it’s brilliant for replenishing depleted nutrients, the ones that went down the drain in the car wash.  It is my daughter’s mission to try every flavour so the one I got yesterday tasted like a pina colada….not my favourite, I must say.  After getting plumped back by the fluids, keep moving, go to the gym.  The sweat will pour out even on the lamest elliptical ride.  Then lay on a mat or roll on a  stability ball.  Think about what you’re going to eat next and YES!  it can be grease!!!  In fact, it must be grease, Doctor K’s orders:

Great Burger Kitchen 1056 Gerrard St. East

I went here, Great Burger Kitchen, because I saw a Harvey’s commercial at the gym.  They use locally sourced, naturally raised, free range meat and!  AND! They serve poutine.  I ordered a Greek burger, ie. man repellent (feta, tzatsiki, and ripe raw red onion…kiss me!)  I also ordered the poutine and I’m wondering if you have to be born in Quebec to get this but I guess not because I have been noticing all these “gourmet” poutine places opening up all over Toronto.  I embrace this, although I am a purist and have yet to taste any as great as the poutine at Patateville on Laurier Blvd in Beloeil, Quebec.  I don’t even want to know if it’s not there anymore.  But the poutine at Great Burger Kitchen sure hit the spot and so did that burger.  The next burger I order, which maybe as soon as the day after The Sex and the City 2 premiere next week, will be the “voodoo” burger….salsa, spicy mayo, guacamole, balsamic onion…definitely will chase all the bad spirits away!