Category: Ahgase

Out & About #1038 | PATH Updates + Halo Halo at Eats Manila (The Grange)

9/27/2024

Extremely hectic weekends have caused work-from-homes to transition towards catch-up periods for sleep, chores, and the occasional home improvement task. It is with undying regret that I declare this extent to chaos to persist for at least another few weeks due to prior schedule commitments.

Office days provide a breather that melds social interaction with focused work. My baking coworker instantly brightened the otherwise overcast day with coarse sugar-speckled blueberry muffins.

Due to damp external conditions, lunchtime was spent navigating the PATH and associated connections, exiting onto ground level only when necessary. I had come downtown equipped with waterproof footwear, though wasn't about to risk frizzy hair due to utterly unwarranted levels of above-seasonal humidity.

Observations included:

The arrival of cozy fall/winter accessories at Hudson Bay
Early morning coffee promos at Nadège
An upcoming Flower Market within the TD Centre
Storage bins on clearance in the Zellers portion of Hudson Bay
Adorable Trick-or-Treat baskets at Shoppers
Purdy's Less Sugar Dark Chocolate collection, which signified the dietary shift towards lower sugar intake in customarily sweet treats

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Out & About #1037 | IKEA Hej Days, Red Sail Boat Bakery + Pacific Mall

9/22/2024

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Even before embarking on the day, I knew a strenuous schedule lay in store for me.

Adorning ahga-attire was mandatory. Of my many merchandise tees on hand, I sought out comfort in my thoroughly worn Eyes on You t-shirt, pairing jeans and sneakers to account for the round of errands that would precede the concert. BamBam's AREA 52 cap, the beaded Jinyoung bracelet from my coworker, and asymmetrical feather earrings would seal the look. I was now ready.

The Thai ahgase and I had agreed on a 12 PM meet-up at Yorkdale.

While I departed late but arrived sooner than expected, she was not only late but further requested stopping for Starbucks before continuing. Despite my ceaseless concerns of the kiosk being amongst the slowest of all locations, she insisted on coffee. Meanwhile, my plans for us to collectively obtain coffee from IKEA would be delayed/dismissed. Lo and behold: the Starbucks app estimate was wrong and we hovered about the kiosk for an additional seven minutes before gradually descending back to the parking garage

When the drink was finally delivered, I asked the barista for an empty cup, causing him to glance over at the Thai ahgase's drink, thinking that we'd be sharing the drink. He warily handed me a Tall cup, to which I grimaced but did not pry further on the basis of time. Frankly, the size assumption was not appreciated; other locations would hand you a Grande cup in the case of water requests or ask whether a preferred cup size exists.

Yorkdale was a driving monstrosity for those that do not frequent the area. Departing the garage, I realized that the 401 on ramps had changed location. Detouring about Dufferin, I eventually found my way towards Sheppard and continued to IKEA on local roads.

September 22nd, which coincided with Jinyoung's birthday, would mark the third and final instance of the Swedish homeware store's Hej Days promotions.

Truth be told: I was none too keen about back-to-back weekend visits. However, I was irritated that the items I had just purchased had gone on sale! Hej Days was, in essence, both an instigator and act of redemption for more Rykta bins.

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Out & About #1037 | BamBam BAMESIS Showcase Tour in Toronto

9/22/2024

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Read Part 1 HERE !

A schedule had been released ahead of time, though, given the organizer's treacherous lack of planning to date, we had reservations towards whether events were to follow through as planned.

Lineup for entry was slated to take place as early as 5:30 PM. By the time we pulled into the asphalt lot of Global Kingdom Ministries around 5:50 PM, a decent-sized crowd had clustered about the entrance. There were well over 50 people, we noted, which meant that those huddled up front consisted not only of SVIP attendees. As predicted, most were dressed in black and red, as to maintain consistency with the album colours of BamBam's latest album.

There was an abundance of parking and, of course, no need to pay. I pulled into one of many spots in the lot while the Thai ahgase continuously expressed her anxieties. Suggesting that she determine the answers to her ceaseless inquiries about tier categorization and queuing, I'd hover near my trunk to source the Pineapple BBQ Pork Bun from Red Sail Boat Bakery. The sweet-savoury parcel would constitute my (exceptionally early) supper.

I quickly wolfed down the bun before 6 PM, then joined the lineup. The round was, peculiarly, still warm, despite being contained in my cooler bag for a few hours. Perhaps it was hunger, but the bun was perceived as quite the delicious bite. Plenty of cha siu was found within the specimen, then laced with a delightful cookie crust. Featuring a surface sturdier than Akko, I needed not worry if I'd lose the topping while eating on the go; the bun was similarly sturdy, yet far from dense. We had a winner!

The schedule had noted an entry time of 6 PM. But, as expected, we weren't ushered inside until at least 6:10 PM. SVIP ticket QR codes would be verified at the door; meanwhile, proof of VIP tickets would be dismissed.
Moving single-file between the double doors to the reception desk, we were provided red wristbands, BAMESIS lanyards with SVIP designations, a tour poster, and BamBam photocard of choice. Being amongst last ones in the queue, our choice of photocards was limited to two. That said, my complaints are few, for the quality of the bonus items was of a good caliber.

VRS Production was unapologetically Filipino in every way possible, with not a single team member not displaying the signature cheesy tendencies. Photographers and videographers would capture the entry process of the fans, as well as the transition to the upper level for the fansign event.
It was with much relief that I found clean, brightly-lit corridors and bathrooms on the both the upper and lower levels of the building. I had envisioned a layout to be akin to Notre-Dame, wherein the seats were uncomfortable wooden benches and indoor plumbing facilities were nowhere in sight. The Thai ahgase scoffed, clarifying that Notre-Dame was a cathedral and that churches indeed possess bathrooms.

The location for the SVIP Fansign was a space no larger than the standard classroom. A table and tour poster were set up at the front of the room, lights positioned on either side. Fabric-lined chairs would be arranged some distance away from the table, in five rows of ten chairs each. After all, the SVIP upgrade was limited to just 50 VIP ticketholders.
We found ourselves filing into the last row, eyes glazing over a tour poster with sticky note instead of the BAMESIS albums we were promised. The team had apparently "ran out" of albums, thus supplemented the last two rows with "partial albums" and tour posters. The "partial" albums involved "sharing" a single album between two people, in which the CD could be signed by one and the photobook by another. Needless to say, this sent the last twenty unlucky fans into an uproar. The SVIP upgrade had promised a benefit of two albums, leading most, if not all, fans to refrain from brining their own copy from home.

These obvious frustrations prompted an interim resolution: Somehow from somewhere, more albums would emerge. Each SVIP ticketholder would be compensated with one full album; the second album would supposedly be shipped out after the show, though further details were not provided.

Pens and sharpies would circulate the room to allow fans to write down their name for the fansign. We were informed that BamBam would copy the name - and/or message - on the sticky note onto the chosen page for signing. Also discussed was the procedure: Each SVIP ticketholder would be entitled to one minute of interactions with BamBam. Upon nearing the end of the time slot, a "15 seconds left" sign would be raised. This sign would then be flipped to reveal "Times Up" at the end of the sixty-second period.

"Wow!" I turned to the Thai ahgase with shock, "A whole minute!!"

Shortly after settling our album concerns, BamBam strode into the room without warning. By this point, it was 6:30 PM.

Each row would be summoned in sequence and instructed to queue along the side of the room. Then, one by one, the fans would be gestured towards the table and the timer would be started. Members of staff and local security hovered about the perimeter of the room, yet none invaded into the signing zone. In stark contrast to previously attended events, staff did not situate themselves between the artist and fans, nor did they touch/push/shove aggressively. One member of staff hovered next to BamBam, but the scene was otherwise very intimate and exclusive.

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Out & About #1033 | Solo IKEA Trip, Ahgase Touch-Up at Yonge/Lawrence + North York Eats

9/7/2024

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When it comes to tackling house duties, 48 hours is hardly a lot of time.
My browsing partner would be slated to return for a short-lived stay, and there were a number of preparations required in advance to ensure unobstructed execution of tasks.

Non-negotiable was the assembly of shelves. Leading up to the weekend, I had undertaken a number of virtual (and physical!) visits to IKEA to finalize my shopping list. The Swedish furniture store is aggravating in that not all products are eligible for shipping. Moreover, merchandise availability varies across the GTA and Click & Collect incurs an addition five-dollar fee. Up until Friday evening, I had resolved to obtain all items on my list from the North York store - that is, until one of them sold out.

The unforeseen decline in stock had elicited a last-minute change of plans: IKEA Etobicoke would assume the first stop of my itinerary instead.

Departing at 9 AM, I hit all the reds venturing along my regular route to the GO station. The trip was swift via the QEW, albeit stressful given sudden narrowing of lanes and needlessly assailing behaviour from surrounding drivers. Pulling in around 9:30 AM, I was surprised to witness high visitor volumes in the surface lot. The covered parking area was comparatively quieter, but exceedingly busy for the first hour of store opening.

Thankfully, more visitors were interested in browsing the showroom and hadn't yet made their way to the merchandise areas. The washrooms were also of decent cleanliness in the early hours, though the same commentary could not be validated at my time of departure.

Navigating the aisles was a breeze, save the horrible cart with wheels full of hair. With time, wielding the dysfunctional apparatus and arranging the weighty items would lead to fatigue. I hadn't realized that the warehouse and common items (storage cases, plates, etc.) were stored separately either. Although I had managed to procure all articles of interest - and a few extras - the solo expedition on a schedule was not amusing in the slightest. And I'd envision the trip to be even more stressful during peak hours. People were already speeding through the aisles in the covered parking area!

A Cinnamon Roll with Icing would serve as my reward. The base of the bun was barely cinnamon-y, but passable. Horrendously tacky and cloying were the centimetre-thick squiggles of icing, being comprised of just icing sugar and water as opposed to cream cheese. The concoction would be wholly better without it.

Around 10:20 AM, I'd climb back into the car, head throbbing but ready for my next schedule. The touch-up appointment with Kettle had been arranged several weeks ago, with the location being a relatively new studio in the Yonge-Lawrence area.

BRINGMEYOURSKIN was located about five minutes south of Auberge du Pommier, just a short drive away from York Mills station. Street parking would be enforced along Yonge Street, thus I took to the nearby side streets. Posted signage confirmed that one hour parking was permitted Monday - Saturday between 8 AM - 6 PM.

I walked past the studio without realizing, as the second-level storefront did not really attract attention. Despite being denoted as "Open", the metal door did not budge. I hovered about for at least five minutes before realizing that it was, indeed, open, but just too heavy to shift with a light tug.

Climbing the steep stairwell, I was immediately welcomed by a member of staff. "I have an appointment." I voice trialed off while scanning my surroundings for Kettle. The space was compact, with a coat rack and tattoo chairs positioned near the landing area. Admittedly, it was odd to find the studio's waiting area and reception desk further away from the entry path than the servicing grounds. The constant inflow of customers posed somewhat of a distracting presence to artists and clients alike.

Kettle would emerge from her station by the window, then gesture towards the waiting area at the rear of the unit. Similar to La Maison, a waiver would be required of me before proceeding with the appointment. Situated on the stout coffee table was a double-sided menu stand: one side featured the QR code for PMU (permanent makeup) for brows, while the other for tattoos. The listed clauses were near identical to the Vancouver parlour, but did not require proof of ID to be attached to the form.

Located in the corridor between the waiting area and servicing chairs was a cramped single stall washroom with grimy shower stall (used for storage). The layout was astoundingly typical of Toronto, being both poorly maintained and difficult for guests to move about comfortably. Given the downstairs neighbour of My Roti Place/My Dosa Place, greasy fumes laced with Indian spices wafting upwards were also inevitable.
BRINGMEYOURSKIN was roughly one fifth the size of La Maison, if at all. That said, the studio was located in a much, much nicer area than Hastings, as Kettle would agree.

Since our first encounter in the sketchiest section of downtown Vancouver, she had been travelling the world - and also received hair extensions. Having visited Bali and other parts of the nation (Banff, Montréal), I was eager to ask of her Canada travels briefly. She noted preference for Toronto over Montréal due to the availability of Korean food, and also expressed relief towards the cleaner, calmer neighbourhood of Yonge-Lawrence, understandably.

The touch-up was remarkably quick, just as the original tattoo had been. With the reference image beside her, she retraced the ahgase outline, etching the shape in darker, bolder lines.

At the end of my visit, I extended a number of recommendations for coffee:

Don't Yell At Me for lattes, namely the Brown Sugar Coffee Latte, Sea Salt Caramel Coffee Latte, and Osmanthus Coffee Latte
Third Wave Coffee for black coffee, namely the Cold Brew
Hazukido for americanos, namely my beloved Orange Americano

The same care instructions previously provided would apply for the touch-up, though this time she had recommended Aquaphor instead of Vaseline.

Bidding Kettle farewell, I resumed exploration of the BIA district.

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Out & About #1032 | Home Organization Cont., Cong Caphe + AGO

9/6/2024

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I can never quite predict my sleep patterns. Sometimes, I crash into bed and remain stationary until the whirring buzz of my alarm. Other times, my body is fatigued yet the mind is restless, pouncing back and forth between thoughts conjured by recent stressors.

Truth be told: alcohol aids not in promoting deep sleep, but rather a drowsy, relaxed sensation that transitions to disrupted slumber. Small quantities rarely render an impact, however, but I'd be mindful of consuming too much too late.

With barely four hours of sleep under my belt, the morning commute was indeed a struggle. Nearly zombie-like in my demeanour, I sluggishly eased into the morning after an incredibly justified intake of cold brew.

My coworker surprised me, along with another member of the team, with a handmade bead bracelet. While slightly juvenile for my tastes, the gesture was appreciated nevertheless. Mine would be appropriately themed in green, with colourful, cubed letter beads strung together to read "Jinyoung". Naturally, it summoned a giggle from me and I happily slid it on my wrist.

Despite the splendid weather, inadequate rest had suppressed sharpness, diminishing my ability to command alertness and consequently discouraging my initial contemplation of cycling in the city.

Recently introduced by Amazon was a streamlined return procedure. Instead of a shipping label, a QR code would be sent to customers to enable drop-off at any Staples, Canada Post, Purolator, or Intelcom location. The method neither required a shipping box or printer, nor incurred any additional charges to the customer. If desired, though, one could opt for a Purolator drop-off with "box required".

Located at the northeast corner of Armoury and University is likely one of the neatest, most spacious Staples outposts in the city. Besides a Mos Mos coffee counter and dedicated workspace with glass walls (termed "Staples Studio"), the location also offered a "solutionshop" section with a separate counter for Amazon returns. A member of staff would scan the QR code, print a label, and tack it onto the return item in a matter of seconds. Then I'd be on my way. The process was swift and seamless, and ideal for individuals without printers such as myself.

IKEA would constitute the following stop.

In response to move-in week for post-secondary students, the homeware giant had introduced a number of new dorm-friendly items. Although the selection was impressive, I ultimately strode out without making a single purchase. For starters, I'd need to take measurements to ensure feasibility of the items. Secondly, I was keen to avoid transporting items back home on a rush hour commute with limited GO train seating.

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Out & About #1020 | Humidity, Downtown Updates, and Thai Tea Basque Cheesecake Attempt

8/1/2024

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Humidity is the enemy - now and forever. Perspiration, frizzy hair, runny makeup, and rampant mosquitoes are just some of the few inconveniences associated with Mother Nature's summertime wrath.

Commuting into the office has never been enjoyable, and extreme weather conditions simply worsen the case.

The first day of attendance saw a generous selection of Afghan treats from Basir Azizi Bakery. The cream puffs were phenomenal, though cream cornet starchy and butter cookies crumbly. Nevertheless, I enjoyed their substantial qualities, preferring them over satiating, excessively cloying baklava.

In the weeks prior, a coworker had announced his highly un-regrettable departure from our team. His choice to abandon the municipal sector in favour of provincial was not uncommon, and I expressed overwhelming support for his voluntary removal. Sluggishness, hollow conversations, and needless social events were elements that did not contribute value to the team whatsoever. Moreover, there is nothing more wonderful than concluding team meetings early, for the one who usually extends the sessions with stupid questions would now cease to exist.

While the others partook in a farewell lunch at the dreaded destination of Chef's Hall, I opted out of the overpriced outing and adhered to my usual plans. The mid-day walk guided me through the PATH towards the Eaton Centre, allowing for several observations to be made.

In the TD Tower, an Olympic Viewing Lounge was made available for sports enthusiast. Decorated in a red-and-white theme with CF flags, visitors could enjoy the showing from an L-shaped couch or massage hair, or participate in one of three sports installations. Situated further in the lounge was an arcade-style basketball hoop apparatus, punch bag strength test machine, and ping pong table.

Within a short walk was the TD Food Hall, where I'd find Hometown Road, a Chinese noodle shop supposedly originating from Calgary.

Hello Nori would be taking over the former HSBC location at the northwest corner of York and Wellington.

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Vancouver Ventures | DAY 7: (Pt. 1): Permanent Ahgase + East Van Roasters

6/8/2024

Saturday morning summoned forth a mix of sensations. I had planned for this appointment months, if not years, in advance, yet my mind swirled with apprehension, anxiety, and fear.

The decision to become a lifelong ahgase had not come easy.
In early 2022, I had stumbled upon Kettle's designs. As per Instagram's algorithm, I was shown images of similar styles in subsequent browsing sessions, though none had spoken to me nearly as strongly. Towards the end of last year, I had succeeded in securing an appointment with her (and even funded a deposit tacked with heavy PayPal fees). It was with much regret that those plans fell through, and the deposit refunded consequentially.

Just a few months prior to departing for Vancouver, my eyes glazed another guest work post from her. This time, the destination was Vancouver.

As promised, the design was discussed and settled two days prior. Nevertheless, this hadn't eradicated the restlessness I'd be experiencing in advance of the procedure.

My suburban bus route transported me to the Brighouse terminal once more, and I began my trip into downtown. Upon boarding the SkyTrain, I was overwhelmed by early weekend morning commuter volumes. The incredulous number of travellers spanned either tourists with large backpacks or locals in groups of friends. Already a somewhat toasty morning, the boisterous, sardine-style format persisted for majority of the trip and was hardly appreciated.

At Vancouver City Centre, I'd transfer to the 14 bus into Hastings, and braced myself for the sights to come. Surely enough, we passed several flashing police cruisers along the way.

The doors opened to reveal more residents of the streets. Lovely.

Pigeon Park was not the delightful urban green space one would anticipate. Infested with goons of all ages, shapes, and sizes, I brazenly weaved through towards the doors of 369 Carrall Street, averting eye contact at all cost and camouflaging trembling pupils underneath blue hair and artificial assurance.

Thankful to have looked up the address prior, I had no issues locating the entrance. The Millennium building was beautiful; the homeless-flooded territory and those with their heads planted at the base of tree roots, butt cracks on full display, were not.

Source: Google Maps, 2022

I hurried entered the access code as Kettle had informed me, chancing across a thin Korean girl gnawing on an apple at the entrance. We then both took the elevator to the third floor, with "Is that Kettle?" running through my mind the entire time. As it would turn out, my suspicions were correct. As we both stepped into the third floor waiting area, we turned to face each other.
"Are you Kettle?" My eyes bright with anticipation.
"Yes, are you <insert Quirky name here>?"
"Yes!" I replied with an ecstatic nod.

Inside La Maison was a world utterly unlike the one beyond its heritage façade. Bright, welcoming, and with plenty of shrubbery to complement the rustic décor, instant relief, and temporary disregard for the horrors of Hastings, would be achieved.
Kettle navigated towards one of the salon beds to prepare, gesturing for me to complete the salon's QR code-based waiver in the meantime. Conditions of receiving a tattoo included, but were not limited to, being free of alcohol/drugs, pre-existing skin conditions such as eczema, and acknowledging that the permanent physical change would not entitle one to sue the studio due to potential occupational restrictions. The liability waiver also required upload of ID for record, making the process was more stringent than expected.

Out & About #988 | Oomomo Don Mills, Dal Pilates Session #4 + Pizza Maru

3/24/2024

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Alternating at-home recovery and errand-running has proven somewhat sustainable for my Sunday schedule, particularly since sleeping early always seems ̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶q̶u̶e̶s̶t̶i̶o̶n̶ to be denied.

The first half of the weekend had been allocated towards chores, including cleaning until nearly midnight. Perpetually perplexing to me is how even the grandest efforts appear to bring about few physical improvements to the area, but I digress!

My forever helper is not attuned to operating on EST, which usually results in delayed arrivals, and further delays due to my lack of punctuality.

Shops at Don Mills had been designated as the first destination on the itinerary. We arrived at the asphalt lot just before 2:30 PM, at which point I exited from the vehicle to find surprisingly mild conditions and close to no residual ice masses after the previous day's heavy snowfall.

The two objectives of the visit had been The Body Shop's liquidation sale and Hazukido x Daan Go's collaboration space. When the fair trade beauty giant was discovered shuttered and vacated, we ventured along the other corridors within the retail plaza, noting new openings and persistent presences.

Hazukido and Daan Go's collaboration space was discovered far more compact than envisioned. The location was supposedly a dedicated facility for workshops and special events, though the limited number of tables, stacks of boxes along the perimeter of the seating area, and nonexistent selection of exclusive items deterred from a longer stay.

With little else of interest, we continued on our way following use of their indoor plumbing services.

Although a logistically odd choice, the Barber Greene Plaza had intentionally been planned as the second stop, in fear that my browsing partner would exceed my anticipated browsing period.

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Out & About #964 | Flu-Filled Revelries

12/31/2023

Since returning from Montréal, I had hoped for recuperating sooner rather than later. But, oddly enough, I felt worse. Sleep quality was wretched and a low fever persisted in the morning. On the second day, I awoke to tremendous eye pain and an overall sense of congestion. In addition, the entire left side of my face was aching - a symptom I had never experienced before.

When the world reopened on the 27th, I succeeded in securing a slot for medical attention. I'd be informed that the flu had permeated my sinuses, consequently leading to sinus infection. Pressure in the sinuses would then cause pain in the face, specifically under the eyes and near the temple. Antibiotics and nasal spray were prescribed accordingly.

My cough persisted, so I was directed to take cough syrup wherever necessary. The same would apply to Tylenol, though most of the headaches were now unrelated to fever and concentrated at the temples instead.
Near-immediate relief was experienced in terms of pain level, though phlegm production and cough frequency posed another separate challenge.

On the third day of antibiotics, my sense of smell was recovered partially, but then quickly skewed. Everything smelled the same: tea tree oil, food, perfume - they all reeked of this unpleasant, medicinal undertone. A third COVID rapid test confirmed that it wasn't the rampant virus, however.
Queasiness in the stomach also surfaced, along with high amounts of acidity in the mouth. Sufficient sustenance before medication was truly not an option, however low appetite I had.

By the halfway point of my antibiotic-ingesting period, I was, arguably, well enough to embark on unassisted outings within the neighbourhood.

My former carpooling partner had extended an invitation - or solicited company, rather - for a viewing of The Boy and The Heron. The original appointment dated back to pre-Montréal days, though my unexpected decline in health and sluggish recovery had postponed the event two instances more.

Montréal Mode | DAY 2: (Pt. 1) Exploring the STM Network + Jean-Talon Market

12/23/2023

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Sleeping in a foreign environment is never easy for me. The ability to enter a realm of sound slumber is often challenging at home, but the condition usually worsens with jet lag in conjunction with a mediocre hotel like the Executive or the excruciating dryness of Executive Residency. The tranquil, pristine environment of W Montréal soothed with its clean, cloud-like blankets, yet not all stressors could be managed from the get-go.

I mustered together a combined 5-6 hours of rest while coughing fitfully throughout the night. While still quite irritable at the 9 AM mark, it was deemed illogical to wriggle about unproductively. Swinging my feet onto the floor, I reached for the toothbrush, then the Tylenol.

Breakfast would be consumed in the suite prior to departing for the day's adventures. The Nespresso machine offered a total of four complimentary pods: Italiano, Tokyo, Colombia, and Decaf.

The shimmery sapphire packing of Tokyo was summoned for a mild awakening.

The tongue-scalding formula would be paired with the Maple Almond Financier procured from Le Petit Dep late last evening. Our apprehension towards the café's remaining inventory persisted, and I bit into the pastry bracing myself for crumbly disappointment. Alas, the result was utterly unlike my prediction! The cake was beautifully moist and delicious - not overly sweet but brimming with prominent notes of maple. Naturally, it was devoured in no time, leaving much of my coffee behind.

Our second purchase, the Lemon Muffin, boasted a golden top. The surface was made crunchy with the inclusion of coarse sugar granules, while the interior contained citrus peel for visual and gustatory contrast. That said, the specimen was decidedly coarse in texture, hardly citrusy, and not nearly as appealing as the Tigre-shaped Financier.

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Out & About #1038 | PATH Updates + Halo Halo at Eats Manila (The Grange)

Out & About #1037 | IKEA Hej Days, Red Sail Boat Bakery + Pacific Mall

Out & About #1037 | BamBam BAMESIS Showcase Tour in Toronto

Out & About #1033 | Solo IKEA Trip, Ahgase Touch-Up at Yonge/Lawrence + North York Eats

Out & About #1032 | Home Organization Cont., Cong Caphe + AGO

Out & About #1020 | Humidity, Downtown Updates, and Thai Tea Basque Cheesecake Attempt

Vancouver Ventures | DAY 7: (Pt. 1): Permanent Ahgase + East Van Roasters

Out & About #988 | Oomomo Don Mills, Dal Pilates Session #4 + Pizza Maru

Out & About #964 | Flu-Filled Revelries

Montréal Mode | DAY 2: (Pt. 1) Exploring the STM Network + Jean-Talon Market

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