comic con :(

Needless to say, I'm not going this year. Since, y'know, it starts today. I had my passes, hotel reservations, all that stuff, but finances and school intervened to make it a pipe dream. Although, it's really not such a bad thing to be forced to take a year off from it. I guess. Still, I'm sad to not be spending the weekend in San Diego with all the freaks and geeks.

Next year, SD. Next year.

Guitar Hero, Part 2

Round Two was much much better than Round One. I made it all the way through the first 2 tiers on easy, and I even got 4 stars on "Woman" the first time I played it. My fingers are getting a little more used to the positioning and the timing. That being said, I still failed "Wayward Son" horribly on the first try.

What the *@!# was that?

Evil Dead the Musical, that's what. Now, many of you know that I HATE musicals. There are a few I tolerate, but that's either because of fond childhood memories (Paint Your Wagon) or better-than-average music (Rocky Horror). Given that, I enjoyed this one. I wasn't crazy about most of the songs (unlike Dave who bought the soundtrack). I don't really know exactly what it is about the music from musicals I don't like. Maybe it's just because they all have the same kind of sound to them - and that sound is unmistakably cheesy. But Evil Dead is inherently cheesy anyway, so it works. Plus, it had blood. Lots and lots of blood. You have to love a play that has a "splatter zone". Also dancing evil zombies. Now I just need to see Spamalot...

Eureka!!!!

Let's start with The Danforth. Anyone who's seen "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" has seen the Danforth; it's the street the restaurant is on, and it's the heart of Toronto's Greek Town. The sheer number of Greek restaurants there is shocking. Actually, the number of restaurants, period. A few weeks ago Kiran and Vivek took us to this place called Mezes for dinner, and it was amazing. I don't even remember what I ate but it was delicious. We went for a little walk afterwards, and I spotted a place across the street that appeared to be Mexican, which I filed away in my little brain for future reference. A couple weeks later, Mark and Viv and I headed back down there to investigate further. But we saw a little burrito shop on the way and stopped there instead, because at this point, I wasn't sure that THAT wasn't what I'd seen. We walked around again to be sure, and it wasn't... it wasn't bad, but it wasn't the place I'd seen originally. So this time we grabbed a menu from the RIGHT restaurant so we wouldn't have to rely on my memory.

Last night, we went back to the Danforth to pass judgement on La Cabana. We walked in and were greeted by yellow walls and mariachi music (both good signs), the proprietor and what appeared to be half of his family (also good signs). We order some guacamole and chat with the owner some (I ask about tamales, he says he's considering expanding the menu but wants to make them for special occasions for sure). The guacamole is thick and chunky and creamy and tangy and perfect. Not like the stuff you usually get here, which is frozen or canned and over-processed. We get our food, and it's good. Surprisingly good. I tried some of Mark's chicken enchiladas and wow... sooo good! I had chicken in some kind of tasty chipotle sauce, and some of the best refried beans I'd ever had. Yummy! We all finish eating and are happily discussing our full bellies, when the owner asks if we want desert... fried ice cream. The consensus is yes. Hell yes. And again, soooo good!

Anyway, I am now content. I have found good Mexican food in Toronto. And I'm telling everyone I know here about it so they'll all go and keep this guy in business for a long long time. And then he will make me tamales.