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First trip to Moncton of 2026 in the books — a short visit this time, with none of the travel drama we experienced in December. Nothing fun in the off-hours though: it was too cold, and I was too busy, to try anything further than a stone’s throw from my hotel or office.
When I left they were setting up for Hockey Day in Canada, which probably would have been a lot more fun than what I experienced when we landed in Toronto: a massive snowstorm. Normally I’d have stayed home all cozy, but I had to drive to work on Thursday morning, when there was already a foot down and another foot coming. It was one of the harrier drives I’ve done. I’ve never before seen cars stuck in snowbanks on a major highway. Anyway, I made it there and back in once piece, so I’ll count myself lucky.
Now: to not leave the house for two days weeks.
After the holidays, most people pull back on how much they’re eating and drinking. This past week, I went the other way.
On Sunday we had dinner with Ricky & Olivia at DaiLo. Being out with friends who have their own Michelin-recognized restaurant changes the experience somewhat, as other chefs want to share their top stuff (and maybe show off a bit) with respected peers, so Lindsay and I benefitted from that. As a result, I can’t remember everything we ate — a lot of courses came out unbidden — but do remember these ones, and recall that everything was fantastic.
On Tuesday I had dinner booked with Shannon, which we’d been trying to set up for a while. I chose Wood Owl, and while it wasn’t quite as tasty as our first time there late last year, it was still pretty great.
I had glasses of Chardonnay, Pinot Blanc / Weissburgunder, and Sangiovese. Shannon was on dry January.
On Thursday I had a work dinner at DaNico. It was a more intimate affair than usual with just a handful of attendees. One of those was an old employee of mine, so that was an unexpected treat. Also a treat: these dinners don’t usually happen at Michelin-starred restaurants.
After opening a bottle of Bollinger (!) for the aperitivo, they let me pick the wine. I decided to champion Ontario wine, ordering bottles of Bachelder “Les Villages” Pinot Noir and Hidden Bench “Tête de Cuvée” Chardonnay. Even snuck in an Amaro at the end.
Back in 2014 and 2015, the theme of my annual reports were “Focus” and “Hyper-focus” respectively. Ten years on, it feels like a similar progression happened between 2024 and 2025. Where 2024 was about “routine” for the first time in a decade, 2025 was a double-down on that routine.
I’m now two years into my current role & company; Lindsay is at the tail end of her PhD. We had no grand adventures like trips to India, no COVID-like illness nor shattered ankles. No two-week working vacation by the ocean. We settled in and put our heads down. In the end, it might have backfired, but it was the very end of the year before we figured that out.
Even flying to Moncton became a near-routine commute. I flew there nine times over the year, sometimes tacking on weekends to visit family, like for my mom’s 75th birthday, my dad’s 82nd, or Thanksgiving. It really has been a nice bonus in this role that I can spend more time with family. Brother #2 and Sister-In-Law #1 even drove over for dinner one night. And, as with last year, work brought me to two more Canadian cities, one of which — Edmonton — I’d not visited before. Because these trips are always planned for the middle of winter, I’m not sure cities like Edmonton and Saskatoon are making the best first impressions though. Anyway, work also had me back in PEI for a couple days, and any time I can be by the ocean, I’m pretty happy.
As far as non-work trips, there was a big one and three small ones, with all three small ones being in in Ontario. In the summer, to celebrate my 50th birthday, we spent a couple of days in Elora and a couple in Niagara-On-The-Lake. In the fall, Lindsay and I drove up to Ottawa to see Patrick and attend a concert of Stardew Valley music performed by an orchestra. We even managed to squeeze in brunch with CBGB whilst there, which I loved. Then, a few weekends later, we spent a weekend at Langdon Hall, just outside of Toronto, enjoying the food & fireplace & changing colours.
Plus, NS for Christmas.
The big trip was something I never thought I’d do: a cruise. A river cruise, that is, down the Rhine river. My mom had always wanted to do something like that, so brother #1 and I took her. She saw Amsterdam for the first time. I suspect it was her first time in both Switzerland and Germany too, other than transferring through Frankfurt airport. It was also my first time in Switzerland, since we’re not counting airport transfers. So, technically, Switzerland is the lone pin I added to my ‘countries I’ve visited’ map this year, even if we were only there long enough to walk into Basel for a cup of coffee.
Back in Toronto, insufferable as it’s becoming, we did manage to find a few moments of joy with friends: being hosted by Upasana, hosting Ricky + Olivia, drinks at East End Vine with K-L, a visit by brother #2 and fam, a Wet Leg concert, drinks w/ Mike & Heather, a visit from Patrick & Maeve, and a day trip out to Guelph to drop off my mom and see my aunt + uncle + cousin. No plays or other big events, though — gone are the days when I was traipsing from one film festival to another.
We tried a bunch of new restaurants in Toronto (The York Club with Brian & Brock; Nobu w/ T-Bone; Alobar Yorkville; Bar ARDO; Chula Taberna with Kirsten; Hastings Snack Bar; Amber Kitchen; Bar Pompette and Martine’s with Ricky + Olivia; and Wood Owl with Patrick & Maeve) and elsewhere (Les Brumes Du Coude in Moncton with brother #2 and sister-in-law #1; Dalvay By The Sea in PEI with colleagues; Raphael, TOWN, and Arlo in Ottawa; Langdon Hall in Cambridge; Bar Edicola in Montreal; and Mystic in Halifax). Lots of old favourites too: Carisma on our own and again a few weeks later with Kirsten; Ricky + Olivia for work, with M+LK, and just us; Cluny; Jacobs & Co. w/ Dan & Abtin; Volo; d|bar with Matt; La Paella with brother #2 & fam; Elora Mill Inn; and The Manx, an old Ottawa favourite.
Less an event than continued progress: Bianca continued on her cute, cuddly journey with us. We love her and she loves us. Sigh. Swoon.
One other continuation from something I started last year: making up a numeric theme to get myself to accomplish some stuff this year. Whereas last year I went with a 3-6-9-12 theme, this year I just went with a straight 1 though 7.
All that said, this hyper-routine brings with it a slight sense of foreboding. A decade ago, after two years of feeling focused and then hyper-focused, 2016 brought about complete upheaval. As much as I like and welcome change, I don’t know if I need a repeat of that chaos in 2026.
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Annual reports from past years:
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Cover photo by Planeta
As is now the standard, I’m choosing to list my favourite things I consumed this year, not necessarily what was released in 2025. And, as noted every year, lists are alphabetical unless otherwise specified.
A light year for me, music-wise, for sure.
Thee Black Boltz by Tunde Adebimpe
Former TV On The Radio frontman comes back with this solid lineup. Not uniformly great, but the good songs are so good it puts the album on this list.
Phonetics On And On by Horsegirl
“2-4-6-8” was on the list of my favourite songs last year, and the full album is pretty great too.
The Bad Fire by Mogwai
I can’t imagine a Mogwai album which wouldn’t show up on this annual list.
Sharon Van Etten & The Attachment Theory by Sharon Van Etten
A new band, a rekindled crunch, still the same Sharon Van Etten voice.
Songs From The Gang: A Celebration Of Joel Plaskett by Various Artists
A surprise for Nova Scotian musician Plaskett’s 50th birthday from some of his oldest friends. My favourites are the Sloan cover of “I Love This Town” and Alan Syliboy’s version of “Nowhere With You”. Never thought I’d hear that song sung in Mi’kmaq.
Moisturizer by Wet Leg
More varied and self-assured than their debut album. This one convinced Lindsay to get us tickets to see them live in the fall.
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Not sure what was up this year, but where this is often twenty songs, I struggled to find ten that made this list.
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I watched 16 movies this year (which used to be a light month for me), only 3 of which came out in 2025. I’m so out of the movie game now that I can’t even say “I haven’t watched x, y, or z yet.”
A Complete Unknown (2024)
Some artistic liberties, sure, but but damn if they didn’t encapsulate why Dylan is such a genius. Timothée Chalamet did that about as well as someone could.
A House Of Dynamite (2025)
Started off with incredible tension which sadly wound down as it went, but still a solid throwback to past cold war thrillers. It certainly made me want to watch Fail Safe.
Conclave (2024)
I was expecting Dan Brown light, but it was so much better than that. Ralph Fiennes played his part like a tightly wound spring who’d spent a lifetime learning restraint.
Free Solo (2018)
I think the only time during this documentary I wasn’t on edge was when Alex Honnold was on the ground. And he was almost never on the ground.
Furiosa (2024)
An excellent origin story of an excellent character. And Chris Hemsworth was a terrific addition to the universe. Entertaining as can be.
Leave The World Behind (2023)
A kinda-pocalypse for the modern age. Skillful ratcheting up of tension (racial and otherwise) until the final scene.
Locke (2013)
A technical feat: the entire movie is filmed inside Tom Hardy’s car as he drives to London. We hear other voices, but see no one — the entire story unfolds through conversations on his speakerphone. Hardy’s physicality so often plays a large part in his roles, but here it’s all in his voice and facial expressions.
She Said (2022)
A journalistic procedural about the groundswell of Me Too stories written about Harvey Weinstein, setting his charges in motion.
Sinners (2025)
A combination of monster movie + historical drama + light musical + societal examination. A healthy dose of blues history made this one of my favourites of the year.
Uncorked (2020)
Sure, the subject matter is wine, so I loved it, but it was even funnier than I expected, especially because of Courtney B. Vance.
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Continuing the trend of the last several years, all the attention I used to pay to movies now goes to TV. I watched 53 new seasons of TV this year, and a pile more as re-watch. Probably the most notable shows I’ve been meaning to watch but have not, as yet: The Diplomat S03, Murderbot, Shrinking, the last four episodes of Stranger Things S05, The Studio, and maybe most importantly, Pluribus.
Adolescence
A tour de force of directing, coordination, and in the case of many of the principals, acting. I thought the first episode might have been the finest episode of TV I watched all year, until I saw the third episode.
Andor (S02)
Nary a lightsaber in sight, but still one of the best Star Wars properties. A sci-fi look at how fascism ascends, and how resistance to it isn’t clean.
The Bear (S04)
Not the strongest season of the show, but compelling nonetheless. “The Wedding” was one of my favourites episodes of the series.
The Last Of Us (S02)
Because I did not play the game, I did not see that coming.
Long Story Short (S01)
The newest series from Raphael Bob-Waksberg, also animated, is (was?) just as filled with pathos as BoJack Horseman was. Not sure how many seasons are planned, but I’m excited for more.
Mr. In-Between (S01)
Pretty sure Lindsay found this in an “underrated TV” subreddit. An Australian series about a seemingly regular bloke who’s also a killer for hire. That’s well-worn territory, but this show does it in a refreshing way.
The Pitt (S01)
For a while I dismissed this as ER 2.0, but I kept hearing good things about it. When I eventually started watching it I found myself truly bingeing it, making up excuses to just start the next episode even though it was 1am on a weeknight.
Severance (S02)
Not as good as season one, and a little annoying at times, but still one of the most interesting things on TV.
Somebody Somewhere (all seasons)
Lindsay watched this first and insisted I watch it too, and she was right — it’s one of the sweetest, best-acted comedies I’ve seen in a while.
The White Lotus (S03)
Some parts I loved (aka, Parker Posey), some parts I didn’t, but even a relatively-weak season of White Lotus is better than most TV.
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Last year I read six books. This year I read seven. These were my five favourites.
Sucker Punch by Scaachi Koul
A biting and often-hilarious history of failed relationships (one in particular, but not in totality) of Scaachi Koul, one of my favourite writers.
You Had Me At Pet-Nat by Rachel Signer
In which the author explains how natural wines must be grown, encouraged, nurtured, and eased into the world, as she describes how she does the same thing with her relationship. It’s not as heavy-handed as I make it seem, I promise.
Terror From The Air by Peter Sloterdijk
A bit of a random thing, really — Lindsay had this book out from the library for her PhD thesis, and I just started flipping through it. Before I knew it I was half-finished. A treatise on the idea that the world changed in WWI when warfare began using the very air we breathe to kill us, continuing through WWII with the firebombing of cities like Dresden, Hamburg, and Tokyo. That fire theme was one that recurred in another book on this list too.
Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel
I can see why it became so popular during/after 2020. The description of a foreign virus (albeit a far more deadly one) infecting Toronto recalled those initial COVID days pretty clearly. The rest was a bit of standard-fare post-apocalyptic adventure, but admirable for how it mixed mundanity into the inevitable harshness.
Fire Weather by John Vaillant
I wouldn’t have thought this book — centered on the Fort McMurray fire from a few years ago, but wrapped in the history of northern Canadian resource extraction, the oil sands, and a timeline of the energy sector’s detachment from science and reason when it benefitted them — would be as gripping as it was, but we turned the pages just like we would have any so-called beach read. Also, I didn’t know anything about the Chisholm Fire until I read this book, and it was terrifying.
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Setting aside constant favourites like 99% Invisible, Matt Talks Wine & Stuff with Interesting People, Q, Smartless, Somm TV, The Rest Is History, This American Life, TLDR, Way Down In The Hole, and You Are Good, these are the new-to-me podcasts I got into this year. I am, at present, a good six months behind on my podcasts, so I’ve hesitated to add anything new, but I can see the new Michael Lewis series The Big Short waiting for me.
Good Hang
Certainly helped by Amy Poehler’s network of talented friends, but she’s also becoming a very good interviewer. The segment where she interviews yet more famous friends of the guest is often almost as good as the interview itself.
Good On Paper
Apparently I only added “good” podcasts this year? Anyway, this policy discussion put on by The Atlantic was as interesting as it was short-lived. It wrapped up back in the spring.
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In chronological order.
Les Brumes du Coudes, Moncton
On one of my many visit to Moncton this year, I met brother #2 and sister-in-law #1 at this tiny place tucked into the Aberdeen Cultural Centre for a surprisingly delicious meal of local favourites and interesting wine. I might have had more impressive meals, but this one makes it on the list for the sheer “This is in Moncton?!” of it.
Nobu, Toronto
When old friend T-Bone and I still worked together, we were constantly going out to new restaurants. As I changed companies and life got busier, it got harder and harder. To wit: when we met for dinner at Nobu it had been nearly eight years since we last broke bread (or, the high-end sushi equivalent). The jalapeño yellowtail and lobster tempura with tamari honey were the best things I ate, but the real highlight was getting to spend four gabby hours with T-Bone again.
Dalvay By The Sea, PEI
A group side quest on a work trip, I had — in a gorgeous lakeside setting, it must be said — one of the biggest and best pork chops I have ever et.
Elora Mill Inn, Elora
A few days after my 50th birthday, we spent a couple days at the Elora Mill Inn. On our first night we did their tasting menu(s), and right from the strawberry basil gazpacho amuse bouche, it was outstanding.
Ricky + Olivia, Toronto
We ate at R+O a few times this year, but the dinner in August with our friends Matt & Lisa was my favourite. The sugar cube cantaloupe with salami, cucumber, and burrata was a standout, and as much as I think they have the best burger in the city, this might have been the best it’s ever tasted.
TOWN, Ottawa
One of a number of standout meals we ate in a weekend trip to Ottawa, this one at TOWN with Patrick and Maeve stood out. Once again, it was a pork chop that charmed me, but everything else down to the salad was fantastic.
Arlo, Ottawa
Our last big meal in Ottawa, and probably the best of the bunch, was a birthday dinner at Arlo. The scallop tartare appetizer was superb. The ribeye for two was cooked perfectly. The wine was delicious. The vibe was great. A star.
Langdon Hall, Cambridge
Definitely the most involved tasting menu of the year, we did the Grand Tasting Menu: 10+ courses over four hours, with wine pairings. Very, very elevated.
Wood Owl, Toronto
Once again with Patrick & Maeve, but this time in Toronto. We’d been wanting to go to the Wood Owl forever, finally getting there in November, and friggin’ loved it. Great wine, excellent food, lovely decor, and warm service.
Mystic, Halifax
I’ve had my eye on this place since it opened, but when it was awarded best new restaurant in Canada by en route a couple months ago, I booked it immediately. We ate there on December 27th, and it blew us away. Every course of both our menus was exceptional. A well-deserved award, and a welcome addition to the Halifax dining scene.
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This list is certainly incomplete — I hate documenting my wines when we’re out, and it’s hit and miss as to whether I remember to note/rate them even when we drink them at home. Anyway, it’s a decent-enough list with good geographic representation: one Argentinian, one Chilean, two American, two French, three Italian, and (surprisngly) only one Canadian. In chronological order.
Bachelder 2017 Wismer-Wingfield Vineyard Chardonnay
From my cellar. Perpetually one of the best Chardonnays Canada has to offer.
Bodega Catena Zapata 2016 “Nicolás” Bordeaux blend
From my cellar. One of my all-time favourite Argentinian reds, this one was just at the tail end of vibrancy, but still had plenty of life and flavour.
Villa Poggio Salvi 2018 “Pomona” Brunello di Montalcino
From Carisma restaurant in Toronto. Recommended by Adriano at our Valentine’s Day dinner, and perfectly threaded the needle of a diverse food order.
Sea Smoke 2015 “Ten” Pinot Noir
From my cellar. A favourite since first trying it in Arizona 13 years ago, I used to look for it in Vintages releases. Alas (but rightly) there are currently no US products in those releases, so I’ll continue to enjoy the bottles I have.
Federico Curtaz 2019 Etna “Gamma” Carricante
Domaine Fernand Engel 2018 Pinot Gris Vendanges Tardives
Both from my cellar. We opened four bottles when Ricky + Olivia came over to our house for dinner, but these two — a Sicilian white and an Alsatian late harvest Pinot Gris — were outstanding bookends.
Seña 2013 Bordeaux blend
From my cellar. Each year I meet my friends Dan & Abtin at a steakhouse for dinner, and one of us brings a bottle from our collection. This year, at the new Jacobs location, I brought this storied Chilean red.
Trefethen 2017 Oak Knoll District Cabernet Sauvignon
From my cellar. After meeting the Trefethen family in the Okavango Delta in 2013, I always buy their wine when it appears in the LCBO (prior to the afore-mentioned US product ban). I managed to age this one enough to have it in peak form when grilling for the first time this summer.
Donesco Pacina 2020 Toscana Rosso
From Arlo restaurant in Ottawa. A perfect Sangiovese match for our ribeye for two.
Clos Orgelot 2011 “Clos du Moulin aux Moines” Pommard Premier Cru
From the restaurant at Langdon Hall. On the second night of our stay we opted for a simpler meal, but a fancier bottle of wine. We drank it before the Jays broke our hearts.
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In chronological order.
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One very bumpy flight (due to a windstorm which knocked out power all over the province) later, we were on the ground in Halifax. The 20-minute drive to Bedford through rain and wind was even worse than the flight, but we made it. We tried to sleep, but a disruptive cat made it difficult.
After a bit of shopping we drove to the farm, arriving just minutes after brother #1 and his progeny. Brother #2 was laid up in hospital, but sister-in-law #1 and their kids came over for a big feed. The next day brother #1, my dad, and I drove to the hospital visit the missing brother, then got home for lunch just in time for brother #1 to head back to Halifax. After that, many games of crib ensued. On Monday brother #2 was being discharged so I picked him up and drove him home; afterwards, there was more crib and a movie (Secondhand Lions). A typical quiet time at the farm, less the nightly visits next door to sip some wine.
On Tuesday we drove back to Bedford, stopping at Truro along the way, which included lunch at the Nook & Cranny, coffee at NovelTea, and a lot of one-way street confusion. A few more errands along the way and we were back in Bedford, eating dinner, drinking eggnog, and listening to East Coast Christmas.
We spent the 24th (mostly) chilling, eating lobster rolls with grandparents, drinking wine, and watching Die Hard.
Then: Christmas! Which looked a lot like Christmas Eve, TBH: eating, drinking, grandparents, games, silliness.
Moving day. I got up and went to a light version of the Dickinson family reunion, this time hosted by brother #1 at his new place. It was fun to see some family, even if illnesses and travel meant the crowd was diminished. Someone even brought a rare curiosity: Cumberland (County) Trivia!

From there I drove down to St. Margaret’s Bay to meet Lindsay and her brothers at their dad’s. Seafood chowder, Dubai chocolate, lots of animal interactions, and a bottle of Piper-Heidsieck.
From there, the brothers went back to Bedford while we drove to downtown Halifax, checking in to our Halifax home: The Muir.
God, we missed a king bed. Best sleep in a while. We eventually headed downstairs to Drift for breakfast, ran out to do a couple errands (nearly freezing to death while doing so), had a coffee at Café Lunette, and went back to the room to relax. I watched the three Stranger Things episodes that came out Christmas Day; Lindsay Stardew’d.
The only solid plan we had in Halifax before we arrived was a dinner reservation at Mystic, recently named the best new restaurant in Canada by En Route. We arrived for our reservation, and things started off a little shaky — our cocktails (Yellow-Eyed Grass for Lindsay, Silverweed for me) took a weirdly long time to arrive, but they were taken off the bill. Once the food started, though, we quickly realized why it’s garnered so many accolades.
Fauna (Lindsay)
Biota (Dan)
Honestly, every course was amazing. Incredible flavours, perfect balance, strikingly presented. Lovely staff, especially the sommelier, who we ended up chatting with quite a bit (we knew some people in common). I even bumped into a colleague there. Anyway: one of the best meals we’ve had all year, for sure. Maybe the best.
We didn’t stay in bed too long before ordering breakfast up to the room. After a while we struck out to meet up with Patrick for a quick (and awful) coffee at Cafe du Port, then collected their mom and walked back down the hill to Darya for brunch. We all had their buffet, and left stuffed to the gills with delicious food. Those two left to go about their days; Lindsay and I crawled back to the room and had naps.
Dinner that night was at Peacock Wine Bar, and it was basically a reunion of five of the six people who had assembled Friday night…just with different drivers. Here’s what we had:
Got up (not easily), packed (not carefully), ate some breakfast (not bad), checked out (not a hassle), had a quick coffee date with friends and their new baby (too cute), picked up Lindsay’s mom nearby (too easy), saw Lindsay’s grandma (too briefly), drove to Bedford (too fast), ate a donair (too messy), re-packed (too painful), and then waited to find out how long we’d be delayed due to weather (too stressful).
VERY frustratingly, Porter was playing like everything was okay, so we made the very treacherous drive to the airport thinking we were only 40 minutes delayed. Just as we checked in, they closed the runways at the airport, but they wouldn’t officially cancel our flight. Everyone knew the flight wasn’t going to leave, but they wouldn’t formally cancel it, so we couldn’t rebook or get our bags back. A plane full of people sat in the airport for hours, with no information, no updates….just a bunch of meaningless “your flight has been delayed by 15 minutes” emails, stating to times that had no basis in reality. I know the weather was the root cause of this situation, but Porter fell down INCREDIBLY hard on the job when it came to looking after its passengers.
Finally, around 8:30pm, they officially cancelled our flight. The email confirming this wouldn’t arrive until 1am, but right away I could see that we’d been rebooked on a flight the next morning. We walked down to get our bags, which came out at about 9:55pm. Then it took us forever to get an Uber in a brutal windstorm. The driver got us back to Lindsay’s mom just as her power came back on from a 2-hour outage. We crawled into the house, weary, but glad we had a booked flight and a place to sleep. Other people were being booked for flights several days from now, and every hotel around the airport was totally booked.
Woke up to emails saying our flight was already delayed from 9:15 to 10:00 — not exactly surprising, since there’d be such a backlog of flights trying to get out. But then it kept going: 11:40, 12:30, 1:00, 1:30. We got nervous. But eventually the delay notifications stopped, so we went to the airport, and finally got on. Glory be.
2025 wasn’t done with us yet though. Our flight was another half hour delayed, ans then — after a landing almost as bumpy as the one in Halifax that started this trip — we, along with about a dozen other people on the plane, realized our bags never showed up. Most of the passengers got theirs. Us lot didn’t. The Porter baggage desk was uniformly unhelpful — they just told us all to scan a QR code which led to a third party app.
So we’re home. But our luggage isn’t. Bianca’s happy though, and that’s all that matters.
UPDATE 1: bag #1 arrived around 5pm on Jan 1. No sign of bag #2.
UPDATE 2: bag #2 arrived around 5pm on Jan 2. Much to our relief, the bottle of Lightfoot & Wolfville 2017 Brut sparkling inside had not broken or exploded.
Whether or not you live in the US, the political goings-on there garner a lot of screen time and column inches. I try to pay attention, but I’ve never felt as hopeless about it as I have the past year or so, and I’ve never felt as scared about it as when I saw Dan Gardner’s analysis of a recent Manhattan Institute survey.
His context-setting:
The Manhattan Institute is a conservative think tank which recently conducted a survey looking at ideas and attitudes within the Republican Party. But the central purpose of the survey was to distinguish between long-time Republicans and the many new entrants Donald Trump has attracted to the party — “new” whether because they are younger or because they come from demographics, like blacks or hispanics, which traditionally haven’t supported the GOP — and compare the two groups. The “traditional Republicans” were about 70% of the total, the “new entrants” 30%.
The results were released December 1st. […]
I find them genuinely shocking and don’t understand why they haven’t received greater attention. This is strong evidence that the Republican Party — which dominates power in the world’s richest and most powerful nation — is rapidly turning into something undeniably dangerous.
Gardner highlights the most jaw-dropping findings, quoting the Institute’s report itself, some of which I’ll repeat here:
In that first bullet, the Manhattan Institute — a conservative think-tank, it should be said — declared that “a notable minority” hold racist or antisemitic views, as if 31% and 25% respectively would somehow be comforting numbers.
Further takeaways on conspiracy theories which are somewhat less troubling than Holocaust denial, but troubling nonetheless:
Finally, on the question of political violence:
Gardner’s synopsis is hard to argue with, but easy to find terrifying:
The trend line couldn’t be clearer: Donald Trump’s Republican Party is rapidly becoming the home of racists, anti-Semites, and conspiracists flirting with political violence.
I fear we cried wolf about fascism for so long that it’s easy to dismiss all the early warning signs now presenting themselves. If ICE wore brown shirts, this would be a lot easier.
I followed up a trip to Moncton last week (trying two new places during my visit: Taverna and Bâton Rouge; the former is pretty good, but the latter was as meh as I expected and twice as weird) with a one-night trip to Montreal. I had a plan to see my fifth-ever Canadiens game in Montreal in 2025, and just snuck it in before the end of the year.
After a couple nice days back home in Toronto, I headed back to Billy Bishop airport. It was snowing in Toronto, but my flight hit the goodness trifecta: left on time, arrived without incident, and the seat next to me was empty. Can’t ask for more. (Also, the flight attendant on this flight gave me a whole can of pop, while the flight attendant on my Moncton->Toronto flight two days ago gave me a heavy pour of red wine and offered me a second class. I guess I look thirsty.)
I landed at YUL to find a new Uber setup, which I think every airport should copy. On the drive into downtown, I saw some “FUCK ICE” graffiti, which obviously speaks to our political moment in North America, but is probably also an annual sentiment in Montreal.
I arrived at the Centre Sheraton, a location chosen only because I had enough Bonvoy points for a free night, and because it’s about as close as you can get to the Bell Centre, otherwise it would not be on my list. But it was fine for a night, even if the elevators made constant noise.
In search of coffee and tide-over snacks, I popped around the corner to Melk for a cortado and a scone. I finished the book I’ve been reading (Terror from the Air by Peter Sloterdijk), bought some beans to bring home, and walked back to the hotel.
After a couple of relaxing hours I went for an early dinner at Bar Edicola, not far from the hotel. (Thank goodness; it was a full-fledged winter storm now.) It’s essentially a long counter, but the vibes were pretty great. I had a glass of some weird Italian Pinot variant, some heavy soft warm oily bread, a glass of Trebbiano, a plate of ricotta agnolotti, a glass of Nebbiolo, and espresso. Solid meal all around, and perfect for a snowy night.
It was almost time for the game, so I stopped back at the hotel to change into my Montreal jersey and add some extra layers. A short (but cold & snowy) walk later I was settled in, watching the Canadiens take on St. Louis. Now, the curse of my presence at a Montreal home game — once at the old Forum, three times at the Bell Centre — is well documented, so I was a little nervous to go. Sadly, I was right to be nervous: they lost 4-3 to the middling Blues. Apart from a 65-second span to start the second period the Habs outplayed and out-chanced them, but that brief lapse was enough to give away the game. Dejected, I walked home through the snow with the crowds. At least I got to have a Bell Centre hot dog.
The next morning I woke up and had some pretty friggin’ delicious pain perdu downstairs at Stanley. (I’d thought about venturing out for some breakfast, but it was -25° with the windchill.) Some showering, packing, and relaxing later and I was on my way to the airport for my flight home. Not so lucky with the flight this time — it was on time and relatively uneventful, but someone sat next to me, and a lady right in front of me just opened up a can of flaky salmon and ate it with a fork like as if she hadn’t set up a stink bomb in the pressured tube of an airplane. Stunk harder than the Habs at the start of period two last night. (Hey-o.)
I’m glad I’ve gotten to see the Canadiens beat the Leafs here in Toronto a few times, because I’m starting to think I’ll never get to see it happen in Montreal. Frankly, I kind want to give up trying — not because I believe I’m actually unlucky for them, but because it’s kind of a bummer to keep experiencing losses and never get the win.
Ah, who am I kidding? I’ll be back next year.
A few nights ago we finally got around to watching Sinners (imdb | rotten tomatoes). It was, as I had heard, in roughly two parts: one part setup as the twins return home to Mississippi, and the second part all vampire-fighting. Both parts were very good, but there was a third element I wasn’t expecting: blues.
It was filmed in Louisiana but set in the Delta — there was even a Clarksdale road sign. I heard a version of “Wang Dang Doodle” for the first time in about forty years. There was a Charley Patton reference and even a Buddy Guy sighting.
Yeah. Excellent movie all around.
Side note: the more movies I see him in, the more I appreciate Michael B. Jordan’s retainer-snapping hotness.
Last night, with Patrick & Maeve in town, we finally visited a place that’s been on my list forever: The Wood Owl.
First, the decor: really beautiful inside. Luxurious wood. Heavy drapery. Indie concert posters and old wine bottles on the wall. Basically, how my basement looks in my dreams.
Anyway: the food. To sum up: absolutely fantastic. We had:
Side note: this dinner completed the little mini-resolution I gave myself this year, which was to have visited at least once all the Michelin-recognized (at the time) spots east of Yonge. The most recent edition added some new restaurants to the list, so I think I already know what next year’s plan will be.