Category: - Random Thoughts of a Quirky Blogger

Out & About #782 | Week #97 Quarantine Update Snowstorm + Oat Fudge Bar (Ver. 2)

1/23/2022

The entirety of the GTA was met with the first major snowstorm of the season (and the year, for that matter) upon confronting on Monday. Any residual weekday blues were replaced with anxiety and awe - for either you calmly observed as a work-from-home-er (myself) or were already knee-deep and digging yourself out of the house.

In the face of a rippling blizzard, there were still some that took to the 401 for work and non-essential travel. It was ill-advised, and many were left stranded on the highway or trapped within snow banks.

As the once grey skies began to dim, I could withstand a bread craving no more. Digging a path just wide enough for the wheels of my vehicle, I dashed out onto the partially ploughed streets, heart yearning for COBS.

The dangers had not been cleared away in their entirety, for while major streets had been mostly cleared, lanes were reduced tremendously and plaza parking lots remained inaccessible. Extra caution was exercised to navigate safely within the plaza and back onto arterials.

A Country Grain Loaf, two Hot Cross Buns, and six-pack of Butter Tarts accompanied me for the ride. Though, the latter will likely never enter the household again: excessively sugary with the unnecessary addition of raisins, we deemed the palm-sized pieces edible, but far from enjoyable.

Witnessed the next day were glorious blue skies, as if the previous day's mayhem hadn't occurred at all.
I remained within, observing all from my ever-consistent, second-floor window.

The sole creation of the week was a second attempt at the Oat Fudge Bar.

Out & About #780 | Week #95 Quarantine Update Feat. Kronenbourg + Chicken Plus

1/9/2022

The first week back to reality has confirmed a number of suspicions. Among them is the foreboding feeling of loathing - an indubitable disgust for the corporate position consuming the bulk of my current lifestyle. Yet, I can escape not - not until a new milestone is attained, not until new bargaining attributes are acquired.

Though accumulation of sleep has been made easier with the seemingly eternal work-from-home environment, it leaves much to be desired. The exercise of discipline has never proved an issue, but I thrive not in circumstances where exchange of information is limited. I am appalled by my dwindling inventory of stats from the happenings beyond my window, and even more by the every-man-for-himself mindset of those digitally too close for comfort.
Long relationships have never been my forte. I can no longer exert efforts when any further action conclusively leads to futility.

I was once called out for a world perspective through rose-tinted glasses - a reference to naïveté that remains unshaken even after seven eventful years in the workforce. Artificial personalities deserve wariness; laziness warrants denouncing. At the end of the day, I strongly believe that nothing can undo the power of dedication and hard work. Persuading others to adopt this concept, though, is merely an ideal.

My days of project progress tracking and utility drawing review are mundane, involving matters more trivial than fruitful. I stealthily escape my desk for errands under the sun in the latter half of the week, finding myself not far from my assigned office location. I haven't seen my fellow ahgase in quite a number of weeks, though the LCBO location remains a go-to for hard-to-find European brews.

Kronenbourg Blanc had long been confirmed a worthwhile purchase. Sighting of the Strasbourg brewery's "non-Blanc" edition prompted curiosity, prompting placement of both a Blanc six-pack and two cans of the original for comparison. Qualms were appeased with a 낮술 day: the original was declared a delicious brew combining aspects of a standard lager with the citrusy notes of Blanc. Gooey holiday Rice Krispies served as a sweet 안주.

The trip also marked my first foray into the vision of Coco Chanel. Behold: the first Chanel beauty item to ever enter my cosmetic repertoire!

I was made aware of Starbucks' newest release by orangecane: an intriguing beverage centred about a popular Middle Eastern nut. Obtained at half-sweet, the Pistachio Latte was noticeably less sweet than the likes of Vanilla Lattes or Mochas, but nonetheless contained a perceivable amount of sugar. This reduction in sweetness made the synthetic butter base more obvious; the ingredient granted creaminess, as to replicate the texture of the botanical nut. It was unfortunate that its aromatic properties could not be recreated in a manmade environment. I enjoyed the drink's potency, along with its untainted surface (read: no toppings!).

Out & About #776 | Wonders of Winter + Waterloo Trip

12/26/2021

An itch began to form from the moment I laid eyes on a promotional infographic for the KW region. Over a year had passed since my last visit - far longer than I expected given the relatively similar travel time as North York and Markham.

The post had included few details beyond the promise of an exhilarating weekend with both paid and free events. I took to conducting my own research as the party settled on an appropriate date. Some events had ended, while others appeared too dull to justify the additional mileage. Eventually, I settled on the Wonders of Winter exhibit in Waterloo, tacking on stops before and after as my heart desired.

Our first stop was Waterloo Brewing. Situated conveniently off Conestoga Parkway, it seemed only fitting to pay a visit to the home of the boar given that our proximity. I succeeded in obtaining four cans of the seasonal Festbier (offered only in LCBO locations in Kitchener and Guelph) and restocking some old favourites.

The Maple Spiced Pecan Old Ale was a fall exclusive, or so I was told, and had indeed made its comeback to the brewery earlier in the year. Its notes were supposedly akin to the Signature Collection, a stout series incorporating more sweetness than preferred.

The Taproom was shuttered in response to the new provincial guidelines. "We don't make enough." admitted the member of staff. In-store shopping was still permitted, though restricted to a maximum capacity of three patrons.

Our brief stay was welcomed with samples of a Gingerbread Warmer, a small batch creation concocted in-house for enjoyment on tap. The plastic cup contained no more than three tablespoons, yet introduced a slow, steady embers to form from within, radiating to the edges of the ribcage. Bonus cans of Waterloo IPA and Dark were gifted due to dented can conditions (and failure to pass QC for retail).

Smile Tiger was up next.
A placeholder for a local coffee shop had been inserted into the itinerary for a mid-afternoon refuel, and in review of its lasting impression from last time and a Buy 2 Get 1 Free Boxing Dale offer, the stop was too difficult to resist.

We took to a small Drip Coffee, Peppermint White Mocha, Pretzel, and Pecan Tart, along with 12 oz. bags of Sunday Sun, Heaven Hammer, and the coveted Thunder Peel. Muffins would have been my first choice, though the abundance of fruit flies entrapped within the display case were definite grounds for swerving. The Pretzel was on the thinner side, with a crunchy, slightly glazed exterior and overall savoury profile that paired well with the subtle sweetness of the mocha.

Out & About #774 | Week #93 Quarantine Update Feat. Holiday Baking

12/24/2021

Unlike the procrastinative nature of many smaller name bubble tea chains, CoCo is proactive in announcing their limited time specials. Knowing myself, I tend to act as I see circumstances unveil, and was keen to obtain their new holiday duo at the sight of its announcement. Needless to say, I hadn't read thoroughly enough to process that its official release would be two days later.

The following week, I undertook the mild winter trek. Cycling would have likely proved faster, but unexpected patches of compacted ice would have posed dangerous conditions for inexperienced riders (ahem, myself).

Neither of the drinks could be customized for ice and sugar levels; the same would apply to the ever-dreaded topping of whipped cream. By the time I had reached home though, majority of the volumized garnish had disintegrated, yielding overly milky beverages. The Grinch Matcha was a bland matcha latte with chewy bits of strawberry jam at its depths. Not particularly memorable, it was a downgraded knockoff of the Strawberry Matcha Lattes I had crafted long before the pandemic.

Black Forest Chocolate was the more preferable of the two. The harmony of chocolate and strawberry was unmistakable, yet again fell victim to poor execution. It was with disappointment that I learned of the concoction's cherry-less ingredient list, despite its celebrated name.

I took matters into my own hands shortly after, combining my go-to strawberry jam with melted Surfin, milk, and a dusting of cocoa powder.

An resolved craving for pajeon led to the impromptu order of Arirang. The dinner bundle would comprise of: Jjajangmyeon, Tangsuyuk, and Haemul Paejon (Seafood Onion Pancake).

A first bite into the pajeon delivered sadness: it was neither as fragrant nor crunchy as Maangchi's recipe had provided. That said, I had neither the energy, time, nor constituents to produce a version deemed satisfactory.

On the other hand, the Tangsuyuk was quite enjoyable: crunchy with a wispy thin layer of breading and an appetite-stimulating, sweet-sour sauce for dipping (or pouring) as one saw fit. I was less appreciative of the barely cooked carrots though.

The Jjajangmyeon also took us by surprise, offering a flavourful sauce with sizable chunks of pork (not ground!) and even zucchini bits. Admittedly, the noodles could use room for improvement - soggy and starchy they were, adopting cohesiveness and fragility. Refrigerating the noodles for later consumption earned them some structure, but broken strands were inevitable.

With Winter Solstice around the corner, the days are looking brighter, literally. Staring out my window in the early evening reveals darkness still, but the ever-evolving sunset scenery brings hope.

Out & About #772 | Holiday Shortbread Box + POLAR Winter Festival

12/12/2021

Treacherous high winds had nixed arrangements from the evening prior, and rightfully so given the corresponding safety hazards for drivers and pedestrians alike. A splendid Sunday surprise welcomed me the next morning, strictly speaking in the sense of shortbread.

Issho Bakery's Holiday Shortbread Box was a cookie lover's dream. Neatly nestled within the white paper box was the most festive assortment one could ask for.

Fruit & Nut Biscotti: Thinner than your typical coffee-dipping biscuit, Issho's version spanned no more than one centimetre in thickness, and proved proportionally brittle. The walnuts were mere slivers, while the apricot and chocolate were packed tightly, offering a subtle crunch with each bite. Admittedly, they were less suitable for dipping into a caffeinated beverage due to its delicate composition. That said, they were nonetheless enjoyed alongside one's cup of morning joe, serving to provide a touch of sustenance with a lingering citrus aftertaste.
The slim appearance further instigated possibility of a mechanical bread or pastry slicer in the production process, for biscotti is sliced and baked twice, making thick cuts more preferable for maintaining intactness. Less rigidity in the loaf would pose difficulty in maintaining narrow, uniform sections.

Brown Butter Shortbread: Absolutely toothsome with a thorough infusion of woody spice, these chunky rounds were enjoyed best by those appreciative of full-bodied, holiday flavours. Specks of brown butter brought about an undeniably nuttiness; herby notes of rosemary followed, while a zesty zing would cling to the tongue after the last bite.

Chocolate Shortbread: Seemingly identical to the Brown Butter Shortbread in terms of visuals (thickness, coarse sugar coating, circular form), its profile was anything but similar. The stump-like discs were noticeably less dense, even threatening fragmentation under the pressure of firm digits. For the first time ever, I would taste a mild fluffiness in a shortbread cookie. The texture was foreign, yet not unwelcome. Fine cocoa nibs contributed crunch, while mintiness would befall midway through consumption and persist well after the final crumb was devoured.

Ginger Snap: Since last year's dive into gingerbread cookies, I was eager to not make them again. Our household is accustomed to the molasses-free editions, normally associated with the components of a gingerbread house. The centrepiece of Ginger Snaps was very much to my liking, for gingery, citrusy, and snappy they were. The potent properties may not be to the preference of all, but I rest assured that even the most spice-adverse entity can appreciate the harmonious amalgamation of spice and snap.

Matcha Snowball: Snowballs are a classic Christmas treat, yet one that is rarely executed well. Without insight, they can emerge starchy, bland, and unattractively sweet. My dabbling in Sunday Baking's recipes had enabled acquaintance with a nutty, crunchy specimen for easy eating, but the experience was reinvented entirely with Issho. Beyond the inclusion of almond powder were small bits of white sesame - impressively aromatic and oozing of depth. It was a revolutionary addition that promptly rid my memory of any predecessors without it. I swore to incorporate the ingredient into my next batch going forward.

Around the 4 PM mark, we began the trip downtown. Winter's early sunset painted a lovely blue-lilac gradient about us as we inched along the Gardiner, accompanied by countless other vehicles.

Parking was a mission in itself, as transit-opposed thrill-seekers shall come to learn. While having conducted extensive research the evenings prior, our first choice was unavailable. A backup plan entailed a loop along the city's many one-way, streetcar-supporting streets and into the underground lot of Radisson Blu.
By the time we emerged above ground, the sun had descended. What remained was a receding lining of tangerine, vibrancy gradually suppressed by a sombre navy. The gusty bursts felt along the waterfront proceeded to question our outfit choices, and why scarves and down coats had been shed. By daytime temperatures I had been misled.

The Harbourfront Centre Rink had been reconfigured from the imperfect rhombus of the Natrel Pond to an odd-shaped, half-hollow/half-filled figure 8 before the Harbourfront Centre Concert Stage.

Ample space was found along the west side of the concert stage, with a small section to the right separated for skating lessons. An abundance of benches had been arranged along the rink's perimeter for storage and ease of shoe swapping. The primary issue lay with the layout: the loop was compact to start, then converged to a narrow U between the stage and Ann Tindal Park. The lack of width posed a hazard for experienced and new skaters alike, for reduced surface area equated to greater pressure. These deep ridges, in conjunction with slow speeds and the underlying foundation (ie. the ground)'s naturally occurring slope changes, made half of the trail largely unenjoyable. The ice had been formed around trees; despite gymnastic pads wrapped around for safety, the grade difference and non-uniform state of matter offered another obstacle to weave around.

We resided in this space for approximately one hour, mainly to satisfy my skating itch as my partner for the day had lost familiarity with her hockey skates. As the toes began to cramp, our minds wandered to the topic of food. My historic log of the Waterfront District had not escaped me, and I was quick to point out the Queen's Quay Terminal building to satisfy our needs.

Across from the Goodman Pub and Kitchen - amazingly still standing - was Joe Bird, and behind it Pie Bar.

Out & About #770 | Week #90 Quarantine Update Feat. Coffee Italian Buttercream + Lemon Mousse

12/5/2021

For the past two weeks, I've been more occupied by life than work. Or maybe it's the overflow of one into another and vice versa, for the frequency of meetings have increased and so have the urgent pre-vacation requests.

From a handful of mid-day sanity breaks arose later log-offs. Solace was found in the first batch of my Black Friday acquisitions.

While having opted for the more budget-friendly variation of the ring, its efficacy is not to be undermined. I've only barely begun my journey through the various ring-based stability exercises on the Internet; next up for experimentation shall be the Stability Ball.

I had filed for a day off in the earlier half of the week, utilizing it for appointments in the east end of the GTA. With traffic volumes back to pre-pandemic levels and local congestion unwavering, there was time to accompany little else besides the roundtrip and a few detours along the way.

The Thai ahgase had relayed remarks of positivity towards the limited edition Justin Bieber Timbits capsule collection, prompting my own venture to the Canadian coffee shop. Having heard news of the star's collaboration quickly selling out downtown, I was quick to verify availability through the Tim Hortons app. On the mobile platform, I learned of the product's steeper price point versus regular Timbits, as well as the inability to mix flavours in carrier packs. With each priced at ninety-eight cents per piece, it seemed only reasonable to select the 10-pack box for $3.19.

"10 Assorted Timbiebs" the item read, yet my arrival would reveal a box containing only two of the three flavours. I pushed open the doors once more and, at confirming availability of the spread, requested a more balanced assortment. The asking didn't entail any fond gazes, nor any substitutions with the product in hand. The box was retrieved from my hands and promptly tossed into the trash without a millisecond's hesitation. My new box was then handed to me, handle slightly wet.

Each of the three flavours sported the franchise's signature glaze followed by crunchy bits reminiscent of space matter. They were sweet, obnoxiously so, and likely not worth procuring more than once.

Chocolate White Fudge was my least favourite of the trio, tasting intensely of Hershey's chocolate syrup and sugar.
Sour Cream Chocolate Chip was quite balanced with mini chocolate chips adorning its surface.
Birthday Cake Waffle was the unlikely but undeniable winner, with unexpected depth, great texture, and colourful visuals.

Branded merchandise was also available at my store of choice. The toque, waistbag, and tote were priced at $29.99 each, which is not bad at all in comparison to concert goods or tickets.

We stopped next at Taste Casserole Rice for supper takeout, then Aromaz. The bakery had seemingly just undergone sanitization, as the inside reeked of disinfectant. Unpleasant was this odour, especially when patrons had waltzed in expecting the cozy fragrance of freshly-baked bread.

Out & About #769 | Hub Sushi + Cafe Login

12/4/2021

With endless wails in opposition of any activity bearing even vaguest association with exercise, I promised a "safe" itinerary for the lover of stars and pigs.
We would engage not in boxing nor hiking, and instead be given a rare opportunity to dress nicely for the occasion.

Extensive amounts of walking would not take place, nor would perspiration-inducing pursuits. The date served not only as a breather for my partner-in-crime, but a chance for me to formulate an ostentatious and utterly impractical ensemble. It would pair alongside my new contact prescription trial and the very last pair of falsies in my possession - box coated with neglect, lash glue firmed beyond salvage.

The additional effort furthered my lack of punctuality, leading to a departure delayed just under sixty minutes. By the time I had arrived at her humble abode, it was nearing early afternoon. Lunch at Hub would take place around the 2:30 PM mark, in an essentially deserted dining hall.

Having stepped foot into the establishment for the first time in months (no, years!), the revised layout was taken note of immediately. My go-to seating by the window had been expropriated for preparation for takeout orders. The sole member of waitstaff was spotted sitting at one of the large tables preparing wasabi in to-go containers.
We were guided towards a lengthy table at the north end of the restaurant. Laminated menus soon followed; eliminated were the hardcover scrapbook-style booklets.

Our request for hot water was responded to with lidless paper cups, while utensils adopting unanimously disposable format. I had no issues with this approach, though it would have been appreciated if a separate dish was provided for emptied soy sauce packets. For the duration of our meal, they either remained on the edge of our plastic plates or laid atop our only napkin on the table.

I was quick to suggest revisiting of my longtime favourites.

First to arrive was the Hub Tower. While the lover of stars and pigs found it typically average, my impressions did not align. The combination of fresh mango, salmon, and tuna was splendid; ripe avocado could also be enjoyed in small quantities, just as I prefer. It was admittedly more watery than previous iterations, yet nonetheless delicious.

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Out & About #768 | WinterFest 2021

11/28/2021

WinterFest - never have I uttered an event name with such wariness.
Freezing rain had postponed our planned 2019 visit not once but twice, making its reappearance two years later that much more cherishable.

Ticketing was a confusing task in itself, where the posing of burning concerns were restricted to website-only Contact Forms and general inquiry line operated by limited staff. Over three weeks of planning and several more days to finalize the pre-visit preparations, the date was confirmed at long last.

Our original date preference had resided with Saturday, though the Bring-a-Friend incentive quickly shifted focus to the day after. Schedules were arranged to maximize the discount. The swap would entail comparatively damper driving conditions, along with a glorious dusting of fluffy snow - an unexpected fringe for festivity.

I proposed a detour for M Cha Bar to take advantage of a BOGO offer. My faith in the Roasted Oolong Milk Tea was reinstated, exposing the inaptitude if the bubble tea shop's Scarborough location.

Prior to entering the gates, we made the last-minute decision for skate rentals. Tickets were purchased exclusively through the Wonderland website and redeemed in the form of wristbands beyond the security gates. Waivers were also required for each reservation.
We then proceeded through the gates, which comprised of bag inspection, ticket-scanning, and the additional step of vaccination verification.

Once within, the snowcapped perspective of the park came into view. It was a wholly wonderful sight to behold: The embellished trees, gleeful tunes, colourful decorations, and soft shower of snowflakes all alluded to one thing - the oncoming arrival of the winter holidays. The park embodied the essence of The Most Wonderful Time of the Year.

We roamed the grounds with fervent excitement - me more so than the local, long-time ally. Weaving underneath the Medieval Faire, a mini stage was spotted. "Bah Humbug" the sign read, followed by its hourly performance times.

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Opting not to stay, our footsteps progressed onto the path towards the Christas Market. Occupying two enclosed establishments were vendors retailing gifts and seasonal food items. Layered fudge blocks, chocolate, and even overpriced seasonal churros were amongst the assortment.

Out & About #766 | Axia + Nani's Gelato

11/26/2021

Delayed from mall errands by creature of unsalvageable incompetence, I adopted an early mat pilates session as I wasn't about to enter the premises amidst Black Friday pandemonium. Instead of grocery shopping, I proposed eating out - a rarity in this household - to alleviate the time crunch and avoid the hassle of post-consumption cleanup.

Close to home was Axia, a restaurant we had frequented in my childhood days and driven by on countless occasions. Their menu had been expansive, offering popular Asian dishes in the Western world, hence its name. Fond memories surfaced of pad thai occupying the same table as stir fry and sushi. Unfortunately, we learned that this was no longer the case.

Our reservation was slated for 7:15 PM. It was prime supper- and takeout-time, entailing an approximate five-minute wait before being seated.
The interior had retained the same design backbone as I recalled, though was now furnished with physical panels separating the tables along the south perimeter of the eatery. These new installations alluded to a sense of privacy - a semi-enclosed partition that still enabled easy access to serving staff.

Brought to the table by a male manager of staff seemingly of manager-level authority, we gazed questionably upon the damp chairs and somewhat tacky table. The shine was minimal on my end, thus I sat down without qualms, though the same could not be said about the chair opposite. A request for wipedown was responded to with a leer and grumpy buff from a petite, middle-aged woman, followed by "It's Lysol! We clean it." The reply carried animosity, as well as explicit reference towards lack of awareness and education.
I sure hope you clean it. But what needs more cleaning is your mouth.

Menus were folded at the edges, sticky, and beckoned not a thorough flip through. Unlike most restaurants, the availability of a QR code was not made aware to us. We discovered it on the inner flap of the flimsy brochure, which led us to their online ordering platform.
My dining partner was quick to select Cantonese Chow Mien given the elimination of the coveted pad thai. I had hoped for a well-rounded medley of sushi, or at least some hearty rice-based entrée. At failing to find it on the menu, I inquired of the availability of one of my favourites.
"Do you have Unagi Donburi?"
"No." came the piercingly blunt response.
"Is there something similar? Or something with unagi?"
She made an "ehhh" sound before muttering "Dragon Roll", which did not speak to the appetite.
"Can I swap in unagi?" I pointed to one of the bento sets.
"No."
"Can I add it??"
"You can get a side unagi." she offered briskly, but did not provide any further details.
"Is it on the menu?" My eyes darted to the paper for more information.
"It's not there." came an exasperated sigh.
Seeing my confusion and hesitation, she huffed, "I'll give you a minute. What about drinks?"
We relayed our request for warm water, but not before she spun on her heel without a glance at our irked expressions.

The irritable woman disappeared for a brief moment, and a younger girl was sent to our table. I stated my case once more, and she resorted to listening and seeking confirmation in an earnest manner. Several trips between our table and the kitchen would confirm the older lady's words of no permitted substitutions, but the availability of unagi "sashimi" as a side order. A total of three pieces would ring in at $5.95 - the worst $5.95 I would have struggled for.
A Nigiri Sushi Bento Box was requested as the main, salad dressing on the side to save a flourishing canker sore from exposure to acidity.

The Cantonese Chow Mien was spectacular: the noodles were eggy, satisfying, and crispy. The surface bore a shiny coating of slightly savoury, cornstarch-thickened glaze, as it should. Bite-sized pieces of sweet peas, chicken, cha siu, baby corn, and bok choy were woven through the nest-like creation in abundance. Offering nothing but contentment, the only aspect warranting point deductions was the inclusion of raw baby carrots. Its snappy centre yielded stark surprise and affirmed the need for parboiling.

My own Nigiri Sushi Bento was decent. It served as a balanced meal with greens (undressed as requested), a horrendously salty miso soup, mayo-topped shrimp tempura rolls, and crunchy deep fried beef gyoza (from a package). Shockingly, the nigiri were the least desirable specimens of the box. They lacked freshness, bearing a feebleness that not even heavy doses of wasabi could overcome.

Out & About #762 | Downtown Niagara + Rainforest Café

11/13/2021

Would you believe me if I told you I've never seen the Santa Claus Parade firsthand?

Unlike orangecane, the thought of crowds does not nauseate me, but rather the impact on efficiency. Once upon a time, when cable television had yet to be replaced by Wi-Fi-enabled live streaming, we would huddle before the TV to observe the highlights of the holiday event from a heli-cam. Captured from above were the hoards of giddy parade-goers, usually clad in countless layers for warmth as they resided on the edge of the Bloor Street W.

"How early must they have gone to get that front row seat?" a member of the household had commented.
"You're right." I recalled myself thinking. Whether it was the act of waking early or the process of navigating downtown, or the combined proposition of dragging a sleepy body far from home and into the cold, the entire ordeal had just seemed so...unpleasant, especially if it was merely to wait some more.

As an adult, the intent to travel into Toronto in the early hours of morning for leisure diminished even more, despite acquisition of a PRESTO card and a full license to boot. But venturing to Downtown Niagara was a different endeavour altogether. It served as a short getaway from the suburban ritual that was my daily work-from-home life. And quite frankly, I wouldn't have learned of it had ads not infiltrated my Story-viewing habits.

Departing around the 2 PM mark, we arrived in the downtown district some ninety minutes later. A detour stemming from the Parade's road closure contributed a short delay at the highway exit.

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