Biked to Cabbagetown after work last night to meet up with Sarah for some string hoppers and masala dosa at Rashnaa's on Wellesley ave. mmmmmgooodspiciness.
We headed down Pariliament st. to the Distillery to see the Bravo!FACT shorts, projected against a brick wall. The event was fun and it is a novelty to watch movies outdoors, but a few of us were wishing that they could have hung up a big white sheet or something to make visibility better.
I like the distillery district - it is a weird village of converted century-old factories which are now galleries and restaurants, all of whom have made use of the amazing old wooden beams by restoring them and turning them into tables, bar counters etc.
The sleek converted area, however, is jarring when juxtaposed with its surroundings. It smelled pretty sewagey last night as I drank my expensive organic microbrewery beer. And we noticed biking home how rough the neighbourhoods are that surround it (dodgy people having dodgy transactions. A police car slowed down beside us and cautioned with voices filled with innuendo: 'have a safe ride, guys'). And despite its architectural charm, there is something contrived about the area as an isolated pocket of gentrification.
But maybe my bad impression stemmed from feeling sluggish and headachey post-dinner. Abi said I was probably having a post-prandial slump after my high-starch meal. Ever heard of this term?
