Mom and I picked Sis up at the hospital to go to lunch. I told Mom that is the cancer hospital where dad received treatment.
Mom asked Sis: You are working with cancer patients now? You are no longer working with crazy people?
Me: She works with crazy people who have cancer.
Mom: How can you be crazy and have cancer at the same time?
Sis: Crazy people also get cancer.
Me: Not just anyone gets to see her, you know. She's very specialized. You have to be both crazy and have cancer before they let you in to see her.
Mom: How many of those people can there be, both crazy and have cancer?
Sis: Quite a lot. Some people get cancer first, then turn crazy.
Sis and I can be very bad to mom.
We went to a new fangled place on Harbord Street for lunch. The restaurant is called Dessert Trends. The entrance had an abundant display of fantasy cakes. The place looked every bit a chic eatery with designer people. In fact, one table behind us sat six elderly women all dressed in red and black. The host was overly apologetic that we had to wait for a table. I suspect despite the sophisticated decor of the place, they were really running a diner and wanted everything to be fast fast fast.
We ordered three lunches off their specials for the day. I had a calamari salad, Sis had a scallops and green onions pancake, mom had tilapia with palm hearts. The host brought the three meals to us separately, five minutes apart, each time tentatively placing the plate on the table as if they expected us to reject it. The food was not bad, it just didn't match the expectation the restaurant decor had set me up to expect.
But that didn't stop Sis and I from ordering more food. For dessert, we shared a maple bacon sandwich smothered with fried red onions. Sis and I are pigs when we are together, and we blew the chance to eat real dessert, evidently the reason the restaurant is called Dessert Trends.
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I've been there a couple of times with Waif and thought it was decent. The food was pretty good for a "high-end diner" style restaurant. The coffee didn't suck and the desserts looked fabulous. Have only ever had brunch there.
What are you guys doing sharing a maple bacon sandwich for dessert? That's a whole other meal!
I've always considered dessert to be a treat after having suffered through a meal of healthy tasteless food choices (like Calamari salad). What better way to reward oneself than to indulge in a bacon sandwich for dessert?
The thing is, it was the first item on the menu that caught both of our eyes. We both wanted it. I loved the boldness. A bacon sandwich. A sandwich billing itself as alot of bacon, sweetened maple bacon at that. Not diluted into goodness and volumized with lettuce and tomato - just a bacon sandwich. Still, I was good and didn't order it, until we got our food and the person sitting at the table right next to us, got served The Maple Bacon Sandwich.
Well, by then, the sandwich had achieved capitalization status. We had to order it. We had no choice. Besides, the meal portions were sort of small.
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