Well we got there going East, it would make sense to come back West

See that's what I thought. Logically, if Lakeshore East will take you downtown, then Lakeshore West should bring you back home. No no, not in Toronto, friends. See, Lakeshore East will take you straight to Union Station, but Lakeshore West? No. That'll take you to Hamilton. Yes. To Hamilton. There is no logic here. Which is what I thought would help. No logic. Josephine-- help me. How should I have gone home. Lakeshore East or West? If it's East I will shoot myself because I don't fucking get it.

Anyway. Bought some shirts, hit up XXII for some accessories for my sisters-- I'm not a fan, but they're nice nonetheless. They're excited and happy, when one shops we all shop. Score. Nad was funny. She's so pregnant it's crazy. So pregnant. Leah kicks all day long-- she's dancing with the stars in there.

Note to self: don't eat at Springrolls. Ever.
I'm just not adventurous enough to try new things. I knew I should have gone somewhere I've been before and the cynic in me told me this as soon as I sat down at the table and didn't like the drink menu. That's saying enough right there if I couldn't even find a Banana Colada in an eight page drink menu, and no decent chicken entree in a dozen page dinner menu. I mean-- I get it, you like noodles, but there is absolutely no excuse for this:

mango salad.
Unless there is yogourt and strawberries and blueberries in that salad, then it should not be served to humans. This was served with an assorted spring roll platter, where only two out of the four varieties actually tasted good. I actually had to stop eating to prevent myself from throwing up. Then I had to chew gum endlessly to rid my pallet of that disgusting taste. It turned me off immediately. The waitress was annoying, like really really really annoying. And honestly, I get that there are procedures to follow in the case of dealing with customers-- but if you see an untouched plate in front of me for twenty minutes, take that shity away! And don't ask em if I enjoyed it, if I enjoyed it there wouldn't be a mound of it left over.


Anyway, we enjoy laughing endlessly at ourselves. So we did. The entrees were okay-- I wont go as far as saying terrible. But just for reference, the last time I checked, noodles were supposed to be soft, right? Like pasta? That's what I thought. So there should be no crunchiness involved? Greaaaat, thanks for confirming that my entree was probably pre-cooked and placed under a heat lamp for a solid hour before I ordered, hence the crunch.
Argh. Mr. Green Jeans next time, kay? Promise? Kay. Great.

It was a successful day otherwise-- And I mean successful in the sense that I bought a few shirts. If you look at all the other aspects: the torrential downpour of rain, the heading up to Hamilton, the disgusting twist on mangoes-- it was fine. :) I had a great date, so it made up for the garbage. Oh, and I discovered a faster route to Queen St. I love the subways. They're fantastic.

Oh yes...and to the young fellow who painted his friend's face and tied a leash around his neck, walked around the city and asked for "money for his bad pussy," you are an absolute imbecile. Good day. And just for the record, "pussy's" don't require leashes-- you got your analogy wrong, I think that, more than anything else, pissed me off.