It’s Monday!!!!! you know what that means 😉 #WorstDayEver but at least you have THIS post to look forward to right?!?!?! 😉
Not to remind you every damn week (but I’m gonna until it sticks), if you are tuning in for the first time, I’ve started a food series where I write about one of my favourite restaurants (every Monday 9pm EST) that includes my pictures and personal recommendations. And yes, only the favourites will make it on to these blog posts so if I don’t like it, I won’t write about it #ItsADogEatDogWorld. Anyway, for more information, check out my first post on Nomé Izakaya where you can get dollar oysters every Tues & Wednesdays and hands down one of my favourite restaurants in the GTA.
This episode is going to be another photogenic place with amazing food (seriously the best combination)…
Café Cancan seriously has their shit together. This is one of those restaurants where you walk in and you’re like YAAASSS. Because you can honestly tell that every little thing was thoroughly thought of. A+ for effort if you ask me. Even their washrooms are adorable (don’t have a picture for y’all, I’m sorry). Not only is this place beautiful on the outside, it is also beautiful on the inside :’) aka the food is amazing (duh or else I wouldn’t be writing about it), but also the décor is on point. Btw, this is a French restaurant.
Before we start officially, let me begin with a disclaimer which is the fact that I’ve only gone here once (because I just discovered it and ate there so I can’t hold it in anymore … I gotta share). So I can’t give you the best best list of recommendations (but the beauty is that each time I go, I’ll come back and update this list!) but I can definitely tell you the food I’ve already had and some of the things I want to try in the future.
This time, I went there for lunch (not brunch), but the next time I go, I’m definitely going to come when they’re serving brunch (only on weekends) and dinner.
MUST READ & ESSENTIAL DETAILS:
Located @ Spadina & Harbord – not exactly right at the intersection but v close!
If you are driving, there a bunch of street parking.. and here’s the best part… IT’S FREE! (thank mighty God)
Reservations allowed – they’re really good about it!
Exact address: 89 Harbord Street, Toronto, ON, M5S 1G5
WHAT I GOT:
Since it’s a French restaurant and I went with Lucas, I knew he wanted to try the escargots but it’s only offered at dinner… but thankfully the wait staff was nice enough to ask the kitchen and they made it for us at lunch anyway.
Roast Beef Sandwich
Escargots – THIS WAS AMAZINGGG omg. We got bread to go along with it and we ate every last drop. If you’ve never tried escargots I highly recommend trying it here!
If you’ve ever tried brunch or dinner here, please let me know your recommendations! 😀 I would love to hear them.
To celebrate my 5 year friendaversary with Kristina, we decided to actually do something for the day rather than our usual pig out & drink out #IMadeThatUp #ImSoProud. I stumbled upon pictures of the flower field at Andrews’ Scenic Acres and decided that would be the perfect place to have our Sunday Funday. Anyway, after last week’s failed trip to a lavender farm and going to Scarborough Bluffs instead, I learned my lesson and decided to call ahead of time JUST TO MAKE SURE they’re opened and the flowers were still there. Unlike lavenders, these flowers are thankfully still in season (honestly how does anybody except some plant expert know what is in season and what is not?! LOL #NotMe) and the sun’s still holding up so I decided to drive us ALLLLLL THE WAY TO MILTON (reminds me of driving to Western which I should have done this weekend to go to HOCO… sigh…)
The farm also has a corn field which means you also have the option of picking corn. I wanted to do this SOOO BADLY (FYI I love corn I don’t know if you wanted to know that but I’m telling you anyway) but when we got there a lot of the corn were dead. You can tell that it’s been cooked by the sun :'(. I was also planning to buy it but it was soooo expensive like $1 each like honey, I usually buy mine for like 4 for $1 at Kingsfarm in Vancouver. Anyway, wow, this is turning into a corn rant. We didn’t walk out empty handed though because we took pictures instead 😉 #SeeWhatIDidThere.
After finishing up at the corn farm we walked back to the flower field to take pictures. We really wanted someone to take one of the two of us so (NO SHAME) we walked ALL THE WAY across the field literally hunting someone down just for a picture.
Hope you all had a nice weekend! Definitely check this farm out when you get the chance… it’s the perfect summer-fall transition activity 🙂
After being in school for more than half my life (17 years?! holy shit that’s like a full angry teenager), I can’t believe I’m finally done school. F.I.NA.L.L.Y. I feel like I’ve been waiting for this moment ever since I got put into a group project in grade 3 and had to deal with humans #DramaQueenHour #YesDramaQueenHourIsBack. Will I miss school? Uh… to some extent. I’ll definitely miss organized hang out sessions (some people call it class) with my friends, being able to sleep in because my class schedule is based on my sleeping and eating timetable, and of course the “let’s have a chill night”s that turn into black outs over the weekend. But the parts I won’t miss? Having to work even when classes are over and feeling like nothing is ever completely “done” because even if you’ve studied enough – is it still enough doe? #theanxietyisreal
Anyway, would I pursue another degree? PROBABLY NOT. HECK NO. As a person with real ADHD issues, I don’t think my brain is engineered to sit still for more than 5 minutes so I’m probably not gonna pay for another few years of putting my brain through that.
So if I’m not going to school then WTF am I doing with my life? #WhoGivesAShitBesidesMyMomButImTellingYouAnyway. The first step of my next chapter is probably dealing with my own expenses since there’s no more Bank of Mom & Dad. That means working full-time starting in September and living the rush hour life just like everybody else #Basic. With a more steady schedule in my life, I feel like it would be easier to manage other aspects of my life (this is really starting to sound like a college essay rather than a blog post but anyway). Besides, life is really just about improving yourself right…?????? (I say this every year but I end up staying the same but whatever it’s the thought that counts). That means eating healthier, exercising more, yaddi yada, it’s all the same stuff. But what else is new?
MOVING IN WITH PUKAS LUCAS!!! #Pukas2Lucas
We recently started furniture shopping and organizing our room… What that really means is I do all the furniture picking and Lucas does all the organizing because of his severe OCD.
*What feels like every night*
Lucas: babe can we clean
Me: … … … NO BABE ALL WE DO IS CLEAN.
We also realized very quickly that we I have a lot of shit clothes and someday down the road I’m gonna get that Carrie Bradshaw closet… OR EVEN THE ONE FROM PRINCESS DIARIES – either or is fine I’m not complaining ;).
The best part about school being over is the free time in the evenings (and for now… 24/7) so I’m finally able to have time to pursue the things that I have real interest in. Such as writing on this blog. Being able to write has always been an outlet but with such a busy past few years, I’ve been putting this on the back burner.
HOPEFULLY I’M BACK FOR GOOD. #ConsistencyisKey #SomethingIDontUsuallyHave.
As usual, thanks for reading :). Until next week 😉
Since HIMYM is coming to an end, I thought I’d start my own version by sharing the story of how I met my roommates (HIMMR). But I promise you it won’t be as long as HIMYM because I really don’t want to deprive you from your basic needs like food and sleep just so I can blab for 10 years like Ted Mosby (how inconsiderate) (jk, I love the show).
A lot of people assume I knew my roommates from before because we’re pretty tight but that’s actually not true at all. The truth is, I met them based on pure luck (aka fate). If you want the short story, I met them after I had already signed my lease and claimed my bedroom #sketchy. But luckily, I happened to like them (LOVE them actually) so… #THANKYOULORD #IAMBEYONDBLESSED
Now, for those curious folks, this long version’s for you. And me. And this blogpost. But let’s just say it’s for you so you feel special for the day #ImSuchASweetheart.
Once upon a time in a land far, far, away (Vancouver)… Lisa Wei was sitting in her room having an anxiety attack (well… that escalated quickly). No but like legit, an anxiety attack.This was due to the fact that she had applied to Western a couple months back (March/April ish) and they still didn’t tell her whether or not she got accepted even though it was already freaking AUGUST like frick how long are you gonna take?! ANYWAY… (I’m gonna stop writing in 3rd person now) I was extremely anxious because since I was in Vancvouer at the time, I had no idea where the hell I was going to live coming September (TRUST, YOU WOULD BE ANXIOUS TOO). You see, I didn’t have a place in Toronto because I was really hoping that Western would’ve accepted me already so I didn’t bother looking for an apartment. But since they never got back to me… I was homeless. #DramaQueenHour. But really though, I debated between staying in Vancouver for a year doing nothing, go back to Toronto but live on the streets, or sell my soul (jk but I was really desperate so I might have considered).
Despite my nameste-looking pictures that summer, little did you know, behind that smile I was stressed the eff out (do you see why FB pictures are so deceiving?!). My parents were really worried for me (as they should cause their poor little girl might be living in a bush), so we ended up making the decision to stick with UofT because at least they wanted me at their school :’)
Even though I decided to just suck it up and stick to living in Toronto, it didn’t solve the issue of my homelessness. Eventually the date of my flight rolled around and I knew I would be landing with no place to go. Thankfully, that morning:
Mom: Would you feel better if I came with you? Me (in my head): OMFG THANK YOU YES YES OMFGGGG THANK THE LORD (not the one who sang “Royals”) I LOVE YOU EVERYONE, I LOVE YOU MOM YES I WAS WAITING FOR YOU TO SAY THAT WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG I THOUGHT YOU WOULD’VE NEVER SAID IT Me (outloud): yeah… sure… I guess… if you want… you really don’t need to… Me (in my head): YOU BETTER NOT SAY YOU DON’T NEED TO OMG I NEED YOU PUH-LEASE COME WITH ME I’LL DO ANYTHING Mom: Okay, I’ll see if I can get a ticket Me (in my head): DON’T WORRY I’M CALLING ALREADY I’M ON THE PHONE EVERYBODY (nobody was there) SHUDDAP I NEED TO GET A FLIGHT
You know that feeling when you want something but it’s not very polite of you to ask so you’re just dying for them to bring it up so you don’t have blood on your hands and at the same time make it seem like it was their idea? (eg. your friend had food and you didn’t want to be like ‘can i have some’ so you wait for them to be like ‘do you want any?’ and you’re like “FINALLY WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG TO ASK” #JustAdmitIt #YouTotallyDoThat) Yeah, that was me.
Luckily, we fell in love with the first house we visited so we immediately signed the lease (this is still in Toronto, btw). After the lease was signed, I went for my frosh leader training for UofT. Four hours into the orientation, I received an email from Western saying that I got into Western (aka they want me #YeahThatsRight).
I mean, don’t get me wrong, I was thrilled but SERIOUSLY?! Dude, I just signed the lease that same morning, why do you have to do this to me?!?!?! My head was racing because I wanted to go, but I didn’t have any of my courses picked out and I didn’t have a place to live. Logically, it wasn’t circumstantially in my favour to accept the offer. But thankfully, I have an extremely encouraging mother (LOVE YOU MOMMA) and best friend (hi Jen) who told me that I should always do what I feel is right because all those other things can be dealt with later. Either way, I was under pressure to make a decision between Western vs. UofT within the span of 10 minutes. And that, my friend, was when Drake’s wise words came to play. YO to the freakin’ LO. #IDontEvenLikeHim #OhWellYOLO
After I made my decision, I went back to the landlord and I told him my dilemma and he actually encouraged me to go and “follow my dreams” #DontTellMeWhatToDo. He even ripped the lease and gave me my deposit back #WhatANiceMan. With that, momma Wei and I packed my bags YET AGAIN and drove to London.
At this point all the residences were (apparently) full so I couldn’t live on campus (side note, on Sept 5 London Hall emailed me saying that they had one bedroom. …. … … #RUSerious). I was sure I had to live alone for the year. That weekend, I probably went into 7 different apartments/houses/bushes/cardboard boxes but still couldn’t find what I was looking for. I had one last apartment coming up and I was pretty darn sure I was gonna take it regardless of whether or not I liked it. At that point, it didn’t matter my preferences because I just needed to find a roof over my head #Despo. Now… you might be guessing that the last apartment = my roommates’ apartment yaddi yadda and we lived happily ever after. Right?