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Greektown is, as you know, one of my favourite spots to stroll around. No matter how many times I’ve walk the Danforth area, I always find something new to write about.
This week I strolled into a cafe near the corner of Broadview and Danforth called Si Espresso Cafe. It’s not a very big place but what it is lacking in size, is abundant in quality.
That old saying. Big isn’t always better. I think that’s true for most things really. I think there’s nothing worst then shopping at those huge retail or grocery stores.
The same goes for the big corporate coffee houses. In saying that. When there is no cafe to be found these conglomerates do come in handy.
I love the owners mission statement. “I’m going to tell you something that you will never believe, but I love what I do! The reason for this is simple…it’s the customers I have the pleasure of dealing with on a daily basis, I simply provide the space and coffee and they do all the rest!”
Sweet! Right! I mean it’s so personal and fabulous and he was really like that. The ladies at the coffee bar were like little groupies. I wasn’t sure if they were there for their espresso or the nice looking fellow grinding those beans. Like a good cigar it’s all in the quality of the harvest.
I ordered my panini with a double espresso and listened quietly to the ladies chat it up with Mr Handsome. A well groomed gentleman with a badass inked arm.
I just loved the environment and the one thing that struck me was the live music happening when I walked through the door. Just perfect!
By now it’s no secret I have a thing for Greek men. And women for that fact. Stunning and exotic people with an equally incredible history and mythology. I mean who doesn’t like the Greeks?
With the Greeks, comes food! Great Greek food! I can’t get enough really. It’s with this thought in mind when I got on to the wrong bus the other day. My plan was to have another international cuisine but the wrong bus turned into the right Greek Cafe. The bus dropped me at the corner of something and Pape and there was a cute little cafe called Phyllo Cafe. Their slogan fittingly, “Made Just Like in Greece” A true Greek experience. Apparently.
I hopped off my mode of transport and entered the Phyllo Cafe. A really sweet Greek couple smiled from behind the counter and welcomed me. She then handed me their menu and flyer which had a yummy looking strawberry crape on the cover.
What to order, what to order. You know I was feeling more deli than cafe to be honest. Low and behold they made fresh deli sandwiches! Let me be more clear, they make fresh corn beef deli sandwiches on rye, dijon mustard, and heavy on the corn beef. If that didn’t get my partner salivating I have no clue what would. Something told me this was going to be a highly fulfilling afternoon. Two corn beef on rye and two classic Greek sweets please. I grabbed the first bus home and surprised my man with one of the best deli sandwiches we’ve had in forever. I’ll have to return for sure, sooner than later. Their menu is Greektacular! Their prices are excellent too. If you’re local, look them up and stop by. Tell them blogger Bruce in the City sent you! I promise you’ll be back for more.
Bruce in the City “ Hogtown “
1028 Pape Ave
For fudge sakes! Just when you get in a good rhythm with your workout, life jumps in and smacks you with a dumbbell. For several months I’ve been getting to the gym almost daily smashing my core. Building my legs! Just working out with my goals top of mind. Then life gets in the way. First my birthday. Time to visit the family for a few days because everyone (with all good motives) wants to fill you full of goodies and cake and spend quality time together. This is all very good stuff but where does one fit in their workout? Then you return home to discover one of your relatives you were spending time with was sick! So of course you come down with a bug. Sore throat, chest mucous, coughing, running nose, slight fever, and a partridge in a pear tree! Now twelve days later my ass is still in bed and I have not seen one hot guy at the gym. I mean I haven’t worked out at all. I have four more sessions with my trainer and I can’t get my beautiful bubble butt out of bed to work the freak out. This is discouraging! This makes me so angry really. I’ve got goals! I’ve got Pride and it’s only a few short months away. I just feel “ick”. What the freak am I going to do? First, calm down. Deep breath in, followed by a coughing fit. A soft exhale, followed by a coughing fit. Second, forgive your relative that made you sick! That’s a hard one but okay, forgiven. He got gout the next day so the gods took care of him. Oh now that’s just cruel. I do hope he gets better quick. Third, do some small stuff at home. If you’re able, get that dusty old soccer ball out of the closet and do a few focused crunches. Just a couple. Work a bit on some light core exercises like the ones I mentioned a couple of Wednesday’s back. Pat yourself on the back and then get back to bed. Fourth, in my opinion cheat little. You already feel like shit so have a little treat and then try not to beat yourself up over it. Fifth, get a plan in motion: a date to return to the gym pending flu recovery. Sixth, let it go! Working out is a journey not a destination so it’s okay! Literally remind yourself, it’s okay. You may feel like you are failing but use this time as a test. Will I give up or do I have a plan in place to get back in the game once I’m feeling better? Well although honestly I’m feeling super discouraged, I also got in touch with my trainer and hope to be back into the gym by week’s end. If you find yourself experiencing the “ick” factor this week just remember, you’re not a big fat failure! Seriously, shake it off Taylor, there’s always next week!