It’s been a while since I wrote about food. Mmm… food…
Yesterday, the (initial) small gathering of friends turned into a 2×5 long table in the middle of the 50-ish seat restaurant. Why it’s called “Prince Sushi,” I have no idea. Chalk it up to Engrish?
Out in Mississauga, excellent rolls, great presentation, mediocre service & wasted desserts.
After a long and tiring 15 weeks in Vancouver, I arrived back in Toronto shortly before midnight on Friday. There were already events lined up, responsibilities to fulfill and lots of R&R in the schedule.
I spent most of Saturday reading the paper and catching up on TV. I was looking forward to the dedication ceremonies at church with three families and their recently newborn babies participating (I was supposed to photograph it). Afterwards, I was heading to a new all-you-can-eat sushi place with friends.
Saturday, I was feeling somewhat sore, similar to post-excercising but I had not been to a gym since August. Meh. 45 lbs. suitcase, carry-on, camera bag and laptop weren’t strenuous. 6am Sunday, I wake up and notice I’m having difficulty bending over from a standing position. I walk back to my room and as I bend over, I end up falling to my knees at the foot of the bed, my hands over the frame. Thus begins the most physically painful 14 hours of my life, to date.