I really should begin a food blog too. Some of the restaurants in this city are outrageous! I'm sitting at a restaurant right now for lunch called "Union Social" and I've been here twice with some acquaintance friends but never alone. I just got out from class and thought it would be a perfect opportunity to treat myself out to a nice lunch, half-pint of Guinness and begin writing. The doors of this restaurant are open, exposing half a wall to the streets of bustling St. Clair. The weather still clings to the remnants of August heat, with the cool breeze of September still yielding to an Indian summer before it of course dominates the streets of Toronto in two/three weeks time. I, for one am thrilled about Autumn and greet the changing leaves and crisp, cool air with open arms. Now onward and upward with how this chapter is unfolding. I recently got fired from my serving job at an authentic Neapolitan-Italian restaurant, and was consequently mortified for a few days regarding what I was going to do for work and income, especially with the first week demands of each class and not to mention the long subway commute from North Toronto to downtown. A new manager was hired and began to dismiss perfectly amazing employees to make way for his minions from the Four Seasons. I couldn't believe my bad luck, yet the gray clouds parted in an ominous way to shed light last Friday. I was offered a nanny position (something I've always wanted to do, since I love children and studied briefly Early Childhood Education) and I took it without so much as batting an eyelash. The woman and her son live in the heart of Chinatown, a block away from the eccentric, hippy-loving, artist consumed neighborhood of Kensington market. Look at me, I'm in California all over again. My employer, the young mother is a fun-loving, free-spirited Bosnian/Croatian gypsy bellydancer whose son's father is Peruvian and unfortunately not around much. This six year old boy is the new love my life. This little man has dominated my thoughts, and my maternal instincts have given way to my otherwise fantasy-man occupied thoughts of superficial and fickle romances. I sound a bit absentminded about the guy I'm seeing. A handsome, garlic-picking farmer hipster/gypsy whose family moved here from Chile when he was just a toddler. Yes, I like his pretty brown eyes, and ardent self, but my studies and work are more important to me then passing romance. Have I really become so weary that I cannot form close bonds with men and women alike? See, the one thing I admire about children is they are more sincere than adults, and their affections are certainly more consistent. But still I do find it interesting that these people gravitate toward me and vice versa. Of all the people to meet in Toronto, I always end up with the gypsies and Latins. Go figure.... I suppose some things about a person can change; but I will always be a gypsy at heart. They come into my life, these people, and like a whirlwind stir up sleeping emotions that give me nothing but creative inspiration. However it's not all groovy. Even though her co-op apartment has the feel of someplace foreign and earthy, it looks like a carnival caravan exploded furniture and sheets and clothes all over the place. It was overwhelming the first couple days, having to tip toe all over the apartment, take showers that blast water out like a hydro-current and turn literally boiling hot if you so much as move the lever too much to the right - oh, and not to mention the kitchen covered with boxes of tantalizing pots and pans that are otherwise unusable and sealed away. But we are in Chinatown folks, pho for dinner it is... even though that's a Vietnamese restaurant... maybe they got confused? In any case, the noodles are great. My little man, Leo - I have much to say about and will devote my next article to the heart and soul of what significance this new job of mine plays in my life and the influences it has on my ever-changing, growing self. But for now, I thought I'd keep this one light. It is lunch after all, and my smoked turkey/bacon avocado burger and truffle french fries are a coming! Ciao ;) |
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