Glue sniffers & stank locations

First of all, my hats off to the TTC driver who decided to put his Queen streetcar out of service last Friday when a customer complained of a glue-sniffin' crony in the back of the car. And guess which building we pulled up in front of when all this went down? The Centre for Addiction and Mental Health right at Queen/Ossington. So we all had to get off of the streetcar because of this ass and of course mister sniffer disembarked with the rest of us - obviously a follower, not a leader. That's when the driver motioned for all of us to get back on and when the druggy tried to get back on with us, he was blocked by the driver (not a bad lookin' brother either) and hauled to the curb by a female passenger. Thank God! I was starving and was on the way to Harbourfront for dinner and drinks with my new acquaintance and Drake Hotel regular, Geoff. Do I count as a regular, I wonder, since I've been following DJ Jude at his Sunday night on the Drake's Sky Yard patio rooftop? I think I've missed maybe two or three Sundays since the start of the summer.

In any case, we made it to Harbourfront where I dined on smoked salmon with juicy capers, sweet red onions and a variety of bread with three different types of dip: sundried tomato pesto, hummus and olive tapenade. Yummmmm!!! I always wanted to be a food critic. Getting paid to eat? Let me know where and when!

Second of all, on Sunday just gone, at Flemingdon Park behind the mall where the Food Basics is just off of Don Mills, NBA player Jamaal Magloire had his 2nd annual community bbq and blocko. He had a band in this year's carnival and there were some of the larger costumes on site. At one point in the afternoon, my girl and I joined the mini carnival parade around the mall parking lot. We were having fun and it was fine until we came back round the back of the mall and encountered all these huge metal garbage bins. The stench was horrible and all I could think was that it wasn't right that the supporters of this NBA player's band should be breathing in the fumes of waste. I hope this bbq gets so big that they have it in a different location or that the next go round, the climax of our mini parade doesn't end by inhaling a stank stench.