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A prep-by-prep guide

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FIRST PLACE: AUTUMN BLUES

BOGLIOLI “DOVER” BLAZER $1,595 / GREGORY ALLEN BOW TIE $90

“To me, there’s nothing more comfortable and sensible than to wear a navy blazer,” says Alfred Sung. “This blazer I like because it’s made with a doublefaced fabric … it has no shoulder pads at all, with a totally natural shoulder. It’s a beautiful jacket.” As for finding this blazer’s mate in bow ties, Sung selects a Gregory Allen creation. “It’s a bit stiff, but the colour and the pattern I like.”

Where to get it: (blazer) Nicolas Menswear, 153 Cumberland St.; (bow tie) Gotstyle, 60 Bathurst St.

WATCH VIDEO OF ALFRED PICKING HIS FAVOURITE COMBO

MAN OF STEEL

KIN BLAZER $725 / GREGORY ALLEN BOW TIE $90

Sung is drawn to this stiff blazer’s hue: “the charcoal colour is very nice. And I like the shape of the lapel.” He chooses a black-andwhite tartan bow tie to match.

Where to get it: (blazer) Uncle Otis, 22 Bellair St.; (bow tie) www.gregoryallencompany.com

 

LINER NOTES IT

PAUL ZILERI BLAZER $1,695 / HAIGHT & ASHBURY BOW TIE $55

“This blazer is classic. It’s black with a subtle air force blue check. I’d wear it with an oxford blue shirt.” As for his bow tie selection, Sung describes this one as “very quiet, very classic.”

Where to get it: (blazer) Testa Uomo, 2085 Yonge St.; (bow tie) www.haightandashbury.ca

 

BLACK TIE WITH FLAIR

HAIGHT & ASHBURY BLAZER $395 / HAIGHT & ASHBURY BOW TIE $55

“This is sort of a tuxedo-style jacket. I like the contrast of the lapel and the fabric.” Sung chooses a polka-dot bow tie to “add a bit of texture, make it look less stuffy.”

Where to get it: Leigh and Harlow, Shops at Don Mills, 1090 Don Mills Rd.

     

BLACK AND BLUE

ZEGNA GRITTI BLAZER $1,095 / THOMAS PINK BOW TIE $70

“Nice and soft,” says Sung. “I like the lapel shape, and I like the double vent.” Moving on to bow ties, Sung opts for plaid. “This is fairly classic, masculine at the same time,” he says.

Where to get it: (blazer) Le Firme, 95 East Beaver Creek Rd.; (bow tie) Holt Renfrew
 

THE PATRIOT

RED CANOE UPLAND BLAZER $370 HAIGHT & ASHBURY BOW TIE $55

“This blazer’s fairly fitted, [and] I like things that are cut closer to the body,” Pointing to a plaid bow tie, Sung says, “This works perfect with the jacket. Modern, classic.”

Where to get it: (blazer) Red Canoe, 1356 Dundas St. W.; (bow tie) Haight & Ashbury

VELVET UNDERGROUND

DRYKORN BLAZER $695 / BURBERRY BOW TIE $185

“I think I would prefer this in a black cotton velveteen,” says Sung, ever honest. He suggests this jacket be paired with a “solid black” accessory and chooses a slim bow tie.

Where to get it: (blazer) Gotstyle; (bow tie) Holt Renfrew, Yorkdale Mall, 1 Yorkdale Rd.
     

WATCH VIDEO OF ALFRED PICKING HIS FAVOURITE COMBO

Chicken pot pie for the soul

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THE UPPER CRUST
ALL THE BEST FINE FOODS, 1101 YONGE ST.

“The world’s too skinny, that’s what I say,” says Zane Caplansky, owner of Caplansky’s Deli, turning toward Dufflet Rosenberg, owner of Dufflet Pastries, “and neither of us is in the dietary food business.”

Indeed, their respective expertise in meat and pastry makes them ideal for finding the city’s best chicken pot pie. All the Best’s offering presents a perfect balance of cream sauce, chicken and veggies, and the pastry is exquisite — light, fluffy and absorbent. “When you cut into it, the pastry soaks up the insides. It’s not too thickened,” says Caplansky.

All the Best Fine Foods, Price: $8.95

Watch video of Dufflet & Caplansky tasting T.O.’s best chicken pot pies

FIRST RUNNER-UP

 
Delica Kitchen 1440 Yonge St.

A deeper vessel with more filling would have been an improvement, but the light pastry and béchamel sauce with leeks, carrot, celeriac, potato and thyme earn rave reviews from both judges.

Price: $11.99

CLUCK OF THE IRISH


Bruno’s Fine Foods 9665 Bayview Ave.

Caplansky loves the mushroom flavour and the big abundant chunks of chicken, but the flaky topping underwhelms Rosenberg. “The pastry is OK. It doesn’t have that buttery taste,” she says.

Price: $4.99

AVANT GARDE–LICIOUS


McEwan 38 Karl Fraser Rd.

“Nouveau style. Deconstructed,” says Caplansky. Both judges love the pastry cap but wish there were more of it, and they would prefer some dark meat to accompany the white. Otherwise excellent.

Price $12.95

BLAND AHOY


Summerhill Market 446 Summerhill Ave.

“The filling is kind of hospital food,” says Rosenberg. “Really bland.” Neither judge finds the pastry flaky enough, and Caplansky frowns at what he calls the “gloopiness” of the cream sauce.

Price: $4.99

Watch video of Dufflet & Caplansky tasting T.O.’s best chicken pot pies

Catwalks and chairlifts

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MONIKA SCHNARRE IS known by most Canadians as our country’s first “supermodel.” The catwalker-turned-actress/reporter recently tied the knot with Storey Badger, a ski instructor–cum–real estate agent. Schnarre shares their story.

How they met

My boyfriend (at the time) was supposed to come up to my cottage, but he cancelled with a lame text: “I need some time to think.” I knew it was over.

After driving up to the cottage completely distraught, my neighbour, Monte, invited me over for some wine. Alone on his dock, I was nursing my broken heart, and this boat pulls up with Storey in it. He was stunning and took my breath away. We talked for hours over the wine, and before he left, he leaned over and kissed me.

The first date

We kept in touch but didn’t go out for a few months. One day Storey called and asked me out to sushi. We went to Azuka in Yorkville.We had a great dinner and then walked over to a nightclub. All of our friends were there and we had a great time.

The courtship

Well, we both love to be out in the snow …we would go snowshoeing, skiing and walk across the frozen lake at our cottage.

We also went on a boat cruise in Hawaii and were staying in a 10- by-12-foot cabin. You really know you love someone when you’re together in a confined space like that!

The proposal

Storey had invited me to Aspen where he was working (as a head ski coach for Alpine Ontario).

Because of the inclement weather, my plane was diverted twice back to Denver from Aspen. I waited all day in the Denver airport to get on one of the now-overcrowded flights.

It was finally the last flight and the last seat on the plane was called and… they announced someone else’s name! Then that person declined the seat because they were with a group and I got it! Knowing now that he was going to propose the next day, it must have been excruciating for Storey to wait as each flight left without me.

The next day we were skiing, and Storey asked me to come and sit with him high on the mountain in the trees and pulled out a bottle of wine. I thought, “That’s very romantic” but still had no clue. He started talking about us and how he wanted to be with me forever and then pulled out a ring. It came as a complete shock.We both were very emotional and, of course, I said, “Yes.”

The wedding

It was everything that I imagined and more. Fourteen days before the wedding, I checked the weather forecast and saw that it might rain. I was devastated because everyone was arriving by boat (including me), and the reception was on a farm.

It would have been a very muddy disaster had it rained. I arrived at the church in Storey’s father’s 1927 Ditchburn boat. Luckily, the weather held up.

The ceremony was in the most picturesque church, and afterwards, everyone piled into their boats and arrived at the reception site. There were cocktails and yummy appetizers at the water’s edge and a beautiful dinner under the stars.

Their lives today

Our lives are very hectic! When we first met, Storey travelled eight months a year ski coaching. Now he’s selling cottages in Muskoka — so we get to spend a lot of time together, but I’ve gotten very busy with my clothing line (on the Shopping Channel) and reporting for various shows and networks (such as Citytv).

Shared goals

We would like to be able to take the winters off eventually and live in different places around the world. We would love to have children and, hopefully, will be blessed with some very soon.

The secret of their success No harsh words. You can never take them back. Showing each other respect is the foundation for any successful relationship.

Relationship advice

Don’t give up on something pure and real.Nothing is easy.There are no fairy tales, and you just make it work with the one you love.

 

Picture-perfect neighbourhood fare

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THERE IS A block on the east side of Mt. Pleasant, between Eglinton and Davisville, that is becoming a restaurant mecca — lucky Leaside and Davisville Village.

Opened a few months ago, Boland’s has an outstanding pedigree, having been named for the owner and chef Chris Boland (he who opened Trappers, Telfer’s and the Tasting Room).

Shortly after we are seated, the owner himself stops by to explain that his menu takes note of health and portion issues without sacrificing flavour or culinary intrigue. He is right.

The menu is blessedly brief and new each day, beginning in the loveliest of ways. Each diner receives two amuse bouches in ceramic spoons. Tonight the treats are salmon salad with capers and sirloin with whipped blue cheese.

And… we are off!

Details are respected here: a small basket of sliced baguette (white and whole wheat) is first rate, and we are asked if we prefer oil or butter — a first.

From the list of six appetizers, the shrimp, jump-fried in olive oil and garlic with Ontario hot house tomatoes, are fresh and plentiful, and the garlic is assertive, but it arrives tepid ($9). Ontario beef steak tomato salad is art on a plate.

Thick layers of uber-fresh tomatoes are interlaced with slices of sugar-sweet watermelon. The whole is sprinkled with feta cheese, dressed with a red wine vinaigrette and blanketed with slivers of fresh basil ($9).

Mixed results in the main course department.

Slow roasted top sirloin with garlic mash and Pommery mustard sauce gets just an average grade. Ordered medium, it comes rare.We all know that sirloin is not filet mignon, but this piece has an undue amount of gristle. Full marks, though, for the savoury sauce ($21).

The halibut has been prepared with love. Seared, virtually without oil, the freshness of the fish is showcased and then highlighted with a schmear of black olive tapenade.It sits on a bed of this year’s darling carb — quinoa — prepared pilaf style and strewn with green beans, raisins and roasted hazelnuts.

A definite wow and a fabulous value at $24 (the most expensive dish on the menu, I might add).

Dessert choices are limited and we are full, but in the interest of science, we must try at least one.

Lemon curd with vanilla spiked cream and shortbread crumble is served in a martini glass. The concoction is layered with three-quarters intense lemon custard, topped by onequarter whipped cream. The use of actual shortbread as a topping instead of streusel or graham wafer crumbs is inspired.

A knighthood for the pastry chef ($8)!

Boland’s formula is simple: delicious food, priced right, in a comfortable environment.

 Boland’s Open Kitchen, 575 Mt. Pleasant Rd., 416-482-2424

Therapists are the new hairdressers

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RECENTLY, I BECAME friends with a lovely woman who invited me over for coffee. She was going through a messy divorce, and I suggested she see a therapist.

“I do. Do you?” she asked. “Of course,” I said.

“Who’s your therapist?” she asked.

“Who’s yours?” I responded.

She answered and it turns out we see the same therapist. Which brings the number of people I know to five who see my therapist!

Next to “Can I tell you about my dream last night?” I believe one of the most annoying conversation starters is “My therapist says …”

I know this because I start a lot of conversations with “My therapist says….”

There’s always a pause after I say this, as if my friends don’t really want to hear what my therapist thinks because they’ve already spent hours giving me their own advice for free. In any case, my therapist says I’m always supposed to be honest, so I will honestly tell you I’ve been in therapy, on and off, for about 10 years.

My present therapist, who I adore, thinks I’m not really committed to therapy — we’re working on it — because I often bail on appointments last minute (still have to pay the $200!) or just won’t show up (still have to pay!).

My therapist says this proves I have commitment issues. He has a point. If I can’t even commit to twice-monthly therapy, how am I ever supposed to commit to a man?

I’m not sure if you caught the article by Daphne Merkin in the New York Times Magazine in August. Entitled “My Life in Therapy,” Merkin writes about spending 49 — yes, 49! — years in therapy.

“To this day,” she writes, “I’m not sure that I am in possession of substantially greater selfknowledge than someone who has never been inside a therapist’s office. What I do know, aside from the fact that the unconscious plays strange tricks and the past stalks the present in ways we can’t begin to imagine, is a certain language, a certain style of thinking that, in it’s capacity for reframing your life story, becomes — how should I put this — addictive.”

Her article is a fascinating look at finding therapists, different types of therapy and descriptions about therapists she’s seen. FYI, many of them died on her. Truly, they dropped dead! This is unfortunate, not only because it’s sad, when anyone dies, but it’s damn hard to find a good therapist and start all over again.

Like finding a hairdresser, once you find one you like, you don’t ever let go. And, God forbid, they go on vacation when you need them.

Finding a therapist is like finding a good pair of shoes. My history with therapists has been akin to my adult size-six feet fitting into a children’s size one. Painful.

My first therapist was an elderly lady, but I was shy and didn’t like opening up, so we spent most of our 60-minute sessions listening to the clock tick. That was her style. She wasn’t going to speak until I was, and I rarely did. (They were long, painful hours.)

Then I ran into her at a restaurant and freaked out. I never went back to see her.

Then there was the therapist who was not only at an unhealthy weight but collected everything to do with The Wizard of Oz.

She had a glass case of wands. I saw her twice before thinking, “What are her issues?”

I had to “fire” her, which was uncomfortable. I’ve never fired anyone, and her eyes welled up when I told her I just didn’t think we were “working out.” It was kind of like telling your hairdresser that you are planning to go somewhere else. What can I say? Breakups aren’t easy.

And similar to hairdresser advice, I listen to friends who suggest good therapists. But that doesn’t always work out either.

After a series of failures, my very best friend directed me to my present therapist. I liked him immediately. He didn’t collect anything odd. He wears a suit and tie. He said he’ll stick by me no matter what. He reprimands me when needed, challenges me, and we often fight. To me, that’s good therapy. But of course, there is one problem.

This new friend of mine asked me if our therapist told me this certain story he had told her. “Yes! He told me that story!” I said. She mentioned another story. “Yes! He told me that one, too!” I moaned.

I was pissed. There I was spending $200 for 45 minutes to hear the same advice my friend was hearing?

I yelled at my therapist for sharing the same advice and stories with his other patients when I saw him next.

I’m sure he was embarrassed, but then he said, “So you don’t feel special?” And I thought, “Heck, you’re right, I don’t feel special.”

And there I was, back on the clock.

 

People's Republic of Pasta Hits Midtown

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LITTLE ITALY LANDMARK Giancarlo’s Trattoria and Bar is going strong, so the owner has packed up the pasta and ventured north to St.Clair Avenue to open Prop.

We choose,on this hot summer night,to dine outside. The interior is minimalist chic so a seat under the stars is the more tempting choice.

First, the name. I ask two servers and receive a puzzled shrug: “People’s Republic of Pasta?”

Apparently, that is the case. Before we dig into the menu, a truly divine bread with fruity olive oil arrives at the table. I am more than over the mandatory balsamic vinegar drizzle and delight in the purity of this dip.

I’m pleased that this menu is not the same old, same old. The appetizer offerings are inspired and, save for one, are all priced in the single digits. Such dishes as crostini with garlic rich rapini ($8) and grilled sardines stuffed with herbs ($9) catch my eye, and I nearly give in to orange and fennel salad, but I long for something from the sea.

The shrimp on crostini with shrimps, butter, olive oil and chili flakes ($9) glisten not only with the olive/butter glaze, but are graced by a coating of chopped garlic.

Risky? Sure, in other hands it could be too aggressive, but the flavour has been softened by the precise sautéing over slow heat and is balanced by a healthy squeeze of lemon.

The grilled polenta with sautéed cremini and porcini mushrooms ($8) exceeds all expectations. The cornmeal base has been well grilled to a crusty exterior without sacrificing any creaminess that lurks within. A generous dollop of mixed wild mushrooms sits atop, offering some earthy warmth.

Pastas and proteins make up the main course options. Prop’s chef really pushes the envelope with offerings such as rigatoni in a creamy saffron and lemon sauce and fusilli with cauliflower,raisins and anchovies, which tickle my taste imagination.

Spaghetti carnevale is impossible to ignore — ginger, black mission figs and black peppercorn! It almost works.The figs are outstanding and the ginger is a fine complement, albeit a tad dry.

Grilled herb crusted salmon completes our meal. I love that it is a tad under the cooking norm for Toronto. The topping is another story; it is visually appealing, but it turns out to be heavy on crushed black peppercorns. Too heavy, really.… scrape,scrape.

A rotation of pleasant waitresses comes by now and again,but none seem fully committed to the table. There are always smiles,but water is not refilled,and familiarity with the food needs improvement.

Two of the desserts are made in house. Zuppa inglese doesn’t match the description and is actually remarkably similar to the ubiquitous tiramisù ($8). And I’m OK with that.

The evening is enjoyable, and I will likely return, but Prop does need a little fine tuning. When mains match the starters, it will have fulfilled its potential.

CHEQUE PLEASE
Prop
770 St.Clair Ave.W.,416-792-3313
Dinner for two,excluding tax,tip and alcohol
$70
(Three out of five stars)

Dundas W. eatery dishes it out just like nonna

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Sometimes this job is such a pleasure. The upside is that I have a fabulous experience; the downside is that it highlights, in stark contrast, the inadequacy of what passes for fine dining elsewhere in this city.

Enoteca Sociale, while being undeniably Italian, offers anything and everything but pizza. It’s described as ‘food that nonna makes’, but this is one hip nonna (grandmother to us).

The menu is rather brief but wisely edited. Every expected category is present but Enoteca puts its own imprint on each entry. We have become numb by the omnipresence of buffalo mozzarella and tomatoes, but here they are assembled with a grace note of marinated anchovies. ($11). We are not surprised to find ravioli but the treat is that it is stuffed with duck liver and sautéed in brown butter. ($13).

This carte is brought to you by the folks who created the much lauded Pizzeria Libretto, a few blocks away.

On our first visit, we fall in love with an appetizer of Artichoke Frites. Before we leave, we are told that the menu will be changing the next day but that this dish will remain. A month later, the menu remains unchanged but the Artichokes are gone and, as I pout, I am offered a variety of reasons, none of which ring true. C’mon guys, I have only had this dish once before – in Rome, where they are called Jewish Artichokes – so please bring it back.

I must say, I am somewhat mollified by the replacement dish: Polenta Fritto, which arrive as breaded and fried discs that are impossibly light due to the fact that the mixture has been whipped with ricotta and quickly fried. They sit in a pool of romesco sauce; a classic with flexible ingredients, including ground almonds and roasted red peppers. ($8)

Another innovative first course is Veal Sweetbreads and Arugula. This organ meat has never really entered the main stream in Toronto but I haven’t had it in years so I dare. These succulent nuggets could accurately be termed ‘popcorn’ sweetbread. Bite sized pieces have been flash fried but are greaseless. Their richness is cut by a tangle of peppery arugula. A tasty but unnecessary caperberry ailioli is there for dipping. ($11)

Pastas are great. Pappardelle’s wide noodles are perfectly dressed by braised rabbit with the meat having been pulled from the bone. Simple seasoning allows the natural tastes to shine, so do not expect a sauce. ($13).

Enoteca offers a tasting menu of 6 courses for $45. Tonight, the pasta entry is Spaghetti Vongole; clams in white wine garlic sauce. I ask if I may order it and my wish is granted — I am served a perfect plate. The pasta is beyond reproach and the tiny clams are briny and juicy. ($14)

Mains are less consistent than the Antipasti . Only three Secondi are offered and we sample Grilled Cornish Hen with Peperonata (red peppers). A petite portion is unremarkable and shows insufficient contact with the grill. For this one, some creative seasoning would be welcome. ($16)

A few thoughts to make your visit at Enoteca perfect: courses are not North American sized so you likely will want three, adding either secondi or dessert to the pasta; you will have an option of sampling from the in-house cheese cellar which is remarkable; and, save some money for wine sampling.

They have installed an Enomatic system which permits for opening pricey bottles and serving one glass at a time, thereby allowing the unique opportunity of ordering such gems as Brunello and Amarone by the glass. You will be relieved of up to $29 for this privilege but for Tuscan wine addicts such as me, it makes for a wonderful treat.

Three desserts are offered, each priced at $8. The ubiquitous flourless chocolate cake is here but is set apart by the drizzle of orange syrup and a topping of whipped mascarpone. Zeppole, or Italian doughnuts, are filled with hazelnut pastry cream and I am in heaven.

This time, I must sample the pride of Enoteca Sociale – the cheese carte. I leave myself in the hands of the server and he assembles three offerings: one sharp, one creamy and one blue. They arrive on a board with fruit, nuts, and toasted white bread and I can barely finish it.

This is one great place and I am planning a prompt return for the food, the wine and the unsurpassable service. From the moment when I arrive and the hostess recognizes my voice from the brief call for reservations, to the late night when we appear after only one visit and are remembered by name, to the assurances that I can have anything I desire, experienced on warm evenings under the stars, it would not be possible to have better care. Don’t miss it.

3 3/4 STARS

1288 Dundas St. W., 416-534-1200

 

Analyze this!

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Enough transit talk and budget banter. It’s time to go out on a limb and find out just what the top five mayoral candidates are made of.


 

Where Beast's Scott Vivian would take Anthony Bourdain in T.O.

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While he’s yet to bring his show to T.O., celebrity chef, author and television star Anthony Bourdain is in town promoting his new book, Medium Raw. When we spoke to Bourdain earlier this month, the 54-year-old said nobody’s made a compelling enough case as to why our fair city deserves to be featured on his hit show No Reservations.

If anyone can change his mind, it’s Scott Vivian, chef and co-owner of Beast restaurant and the man tasked with catering the VIP event Wednesday night after Bourdain’s show at Massey Hall. We caught up with Vivian and asked him the top five Toronto restaurants he’d take Bourdain if given the chance:

Mother’s Dumplings

"That’s my favourite place to go and it’s a good representation of what Chinatown has to offer."

421 Spadina Ave.

The Black Hoof

“I’d order the charcuterie board for sure. We were just there the other night and we had an amazing tripe and merguez soup.”

928 Dundas St. W.

Local Kitchen & Wine Bar and Buca

"He likes Italian restaurants so we could show him what Italian food we have here on that level."

1710 Queen St. W. and 604 King St. W.

Golden Turtle

"I think he’s been to Pho Hung before… I’d probably take him to the Golden Turtle and get him the regular."

125 Ossington Ave.

As for tonight, Chef Vivian will be serving up mainly cold cocktail items, including:

  • Duck and pork terrine
  • Mustard with Mill Street coffee porter
  • Veal sweetbread and Foie Gras sausage
  • Mortadella
  • Calf’s brain ravioli with red spice pasta
  • Beast’s take on a reuben sandwich — a little rye bread crostinis, cabbage and beef tongue
  • Smoked rainbow trout, served like little fish tacos
  • Dirty rice fritters

Vivian says he’s not nervous to serve Bourdain, just honoured.

"When you get to do it for somebody that really appreciates food and has a big name like he does it’s very exciting."

Former Tempo location has a Public offering

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Restaurant by day and resto-lounge by night, Little Italy’s Public is thriving — even after the World Cup crowds have dispersed.

Replacing the Mini-Market by Tempo, Public has been offering customers an “eclectic, whimsical” menu since May.

According to new head chef Michel Nadeau, who began helming Public’s kitchen crew only weeks ago,the restaurant offers two menus to diners: one focusing on late-night fare and another that offers a revolving door of heartier meals for earlier eaters and families.

 Public is located at 596 College St., 416-539-8890.
 

On Tap: T.O.'s first ever Beer Week kicks off

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As if you needed an excuse to have a sip of the frosty brew, Toronto’s first ever Beer Week kicks off today with events across the city.

With more than 40 bars, restaurants and brew pubs participating, the festivities will showcase the best craft beers from Ontario and across Canada.

Here’s our top five picks from TBW’s event list:

 

Monday

Join Beerology.ca’s Mirella Amato for a blind tasting of nine different craft beers.

C’est What, 67 Front Street E., 7:00 – 8:30 p.m.

Tuesday

A Black Oak Brewery guided tasting with Black Oak Brewing President Ken Woods and brew master Adrian Popowycz. Guest Tap: Black Oak Double Cherry Chocolate Stout: $10

The Only Café, 972 Danforth Avenue

Wednesday

Enjoy a sampling of McAuslan Brewery products — St Ambroise Oatmeal Stout, St Ambroise Pale Ale and Griffon Red — and get a "tasting trio" for $5.

BQM, 354 Queen Street West, 5 p.m.

Thursday

Try out two local pumpkin beers, both available in cask and keg: Great Lakes Pumpkin Ale & Grand River Highballer Pumpkin Ale. Check out the differences between the two brewers and learn about keg versus cask — or just drink!

The Rhino, 1249 Queen St W, 6 p.m.

FRIDAY

Learn about McClelland’s European Portfolio and take a blindfolded tasting of Affligem blonde, Fruli, Erdinger’s Dunkel & Weissbiers, Delerium Tremens and Stiegl, in 8oz glasses.

The Paddock , 178 Bathurst Street

 

My Toronto: Rita Chiarelli on her favourite natural oasis

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My good neighbours are cyclists, and I have watched them set out for their ride, eager and filled with expectation … then return with happy faces fresh from their travels filled with stories of trails and birds and just feeling good!

So I thought, I need to do this as well. It will help in my effort to keep my weight down (hope runs eternal), and I want to explore these trails that are minutes from my home.

First step buy a good bike and get rid of the clunker I had bought at a garage sale 10 years ago for $15. Off I went to the Danforth’s Cyclepath, a friendly store just around the corner, and I laid my money down.

I’m off riding the trails and discovered my favourite,Taylor Creek, down Beechwood Road, and the journey begins.

The wind is cool against my face, the downward hill is steep and the speed makes my heart jump a tad, then the trail, ah, the trail.Tall grass filled with wild flowers, sprays of yellow, blue and white.

Four or five finches flutter up to the sky. Just as I race by, an oriole darts across inches from my chest. It’s all good, we all belong. I watch people enjoying this reprieve, doing yoga, walking hand in hand, and together, we strangers know that we are sharing something special. This place of beauty, of peace, and for now, the rest of the city’s roar is a very distant din.

The creek’s mood changes every day. It rolls sleepily some days, it rushes after a storm, and then it is still, totally still like a reflecting pool. It is disturbed only by children quenching their skin from the hot sun, their laughter ringing out like music. Back up the hill, heading home and feeling ready for the world again, I open the door, the phone rings.…

Rita Chiarelli plays at Hugh’s Room, Sept. 18