No one can lift the damn thing

[girldetective]

An anonymous someone (who are you?) urged me ( a bit snottily, frankly) to read Factory Theatre AD Ken Gass' comments on Alec Scott's lament about the state of Canadian theatre. I have, and I'm in the midst of formulating a thoughtful (I hope) response, and also rereading Scott's column very carefully. In the meantime, check out the adventure in

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[superluser]

Rusks and hagel or muisjes (froot loop tasting things like your chocolate hagel) used to be my favourite breakfast thing back when I was a kid. Never had much of a like for droop (licorice) though. Blegh.

Where is this place exactly? There used to be a Dutch store on Kennedy Rd. near St. Clair (I think?) but its long gone and I'd kill for some kroket with mustard right about now.

[girldetective]

It's waaaaay out on Weston Rd., north of Lawrence. They have DELICIOUS kroket (that got eaten before I could photograph them) handmade by a woman in Peterborough (since they can't import meat products from Holland - the mustard is imported from Holland, though. Yum!)