When I announced that I'd be watching Hi-Five again, I wasn't kidding. Though, it should be obvious by now that anything GOT7-related is taken very, very seriously.
Commuting into North York took about 45 minutes - quicker than rush hour but nevertheless lengthier than a weekend morning visit ought to be. In fear of delays, I resorted to purchasing tickets online. The act was easier said than done, for navigating a webpage and entering credit card information isn't exactly easy once on the highway. Alas, 401 conditions enable such acts of distracted driving.
Commuting into North York took about 45 minutes - quicker than rush hour but nevertheless lengthier than a weekend morning visit ought to be. In fear of delays, I resorted to purchasing tickets online. The act was easier said than done, for navigating a webpage and entering credit card information isn't exactly easy once on the highway. Alas, 401 conditions enable such acts of distracted driving.
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The second time around, the movie felt a tad shorter. Some scenes became less impactful this time, but the ending became clearer. Suffice to say, a handful of details were discovered during the second viewing.
Although the auditorium filled with a greater number of viewers, it was evident that none were ahgases. The appearance of Jinyoung did not incite the shared gasps heard on opening night; those in presence were primarily there for the sake of entertainment, rather than appreciation for Jinyoung's superb acting and exceptionally toned physique.
Although the auditorium filled with a greater number of viewers, it was evident that none were ahgases. The appearance of Jinyoung did not incite the shared gasps heard on opening night; those in presence were primarily there for the sake of entertainment, rather than appreciation for Jinyoung's superb acting and exceptionally toned physique.
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When the movie concluded just before the 3 PM mark, I was starving. After a stopover at Dollarama, I led the way up Yonge Street in search of sustenance.
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Majority of the established on the west side of Yonge leading towards Churchill Ave were now vacant. We trekked a bit further and discovered Pine House. My ultimate decision would lay with Egg Club, however.
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The outpost was impossibly small, operating strictly as a takeout establishment. I obtained my BLT was ready in about five minutes, then meandered towards a POPS in search of shade. Undertaking the brisk stroll from Empress Walk had already resulted in perspiration. To prevent further discomfort, I turned away from the picnic tables positioned along the east side of Yonge Street. A handful of girls with Korean corn dogs in their hands did the same.
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I sank my teeth into the BLT, positively ravenous. The creation was found to be no more than a thick slice of porous brioche fitted with slimy tomatoes, wilted romaine, and an excess of ketchup-mayo. While the signature omelette centrepiece was fluffy and gratifying, the sandwich's other constituents were mediocre at best. Heavily saturated with sauce, the bacon and tomato slid between the toasted bread casing, making for difficult consumption. Especially warranting contempt was the brioche, which lacked the structural integrity necessary to keep the creation intact. All surfaces had been buttered and toasted, yet the slices themselves were barren of complexity. By the time its contents had been depleted, I was more than willing to dispose of the leftovers.
What a disappointment.
What a disappointment.
LUNA Bakery was identified as a stop on our way back. The Salted Butter Roll would be a mandatory purchase.
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