Well, my rock and roll lifestyle has stranded me in Oshawa for the weekend somehow. I’m not sure why, exactly, but here we are. All told, I’d rather not talk about it.
If you’re stranded in Oshawa, and you’re looking for a decent place to eat, there’s a worn-in pub in the downtown area called the Thirsty Monk, which turned out to have one of the best burgers I’ve had in a while. It’s been some time since I had pub food that tasted like the chef cared about what he shoved out the door, and that’s what I got: a good hamburger, a caesar salad with a nice not-from-a-bottle dressing and a Guinness, all of it wrapped in My Kind Of Bar. What’s not to like?
A random, unrelated word of advice: if you’re in an unfamiliar town, and you’re looking for a decent place to eat, a three-year-old Yellow Pages is not a useful implement. Not at all. It is, in fact, a big fat yellow book of lies.
We saw Batman Begins today, which was very wierd – it felt like an action movie stored under glass – it had all the elements of a great action movie, but it was almost entirely unengaging. Maybe it was the not-good theater I saw it in, but I don’t think so. It wasn’t nearly as much fun as Mr. & Mrs. Smith, which turned out to be good fluffy fun.
I’ve played a lot of video games recently, which I’m going to tell you about soon.