Frontera: tonight I'm being a bad girl

It's like this: if J brings home a bottle, I always wait until I can share it with him. Out of, you know, politesse. But tonight he came home, left the wine behind, and then went out again.

So what's a girl to do? In particular, what's a girl to do who has steak to eat? She drinks the wine, bien sur. Not all of it, but some. And then a little more.

Tonight's web surfing companion is called Frontera Cabernet Sauvignon Merlot, by our old Chilean friends Concha y Toro.

The verdict: creamy delicious, when combined with a piece of rare flesh; but a little strange when paired with Cherry Nibs. Live and learn.

Oh so Montreal... the sublime loft space

After many weeks of sleep so deep or broken that I can't for the life of me remember a dream... just the flavour of a dream here and there... This morning I actually slept late enough to get a really long, deep dream on.

I was trying to rent this amazing loft space from a friend's sister. She was currently living there, but told us she was leaving. It was on the ground floor of this huge warehouse. Rather than distinct apartments, each space was delineated by an alley or maybe curtains. One wall was all windows -- old, giant, freaky factory windows. There was a bohemian feeling to the space... it was really wild and crazy and I couldn't resist its appeal.