That said, I won't deny that, now that winter has officially arrived, hibernation tendencies are in full effect. (This can also be interpreted as the sheer desire to snuggle beneath fuzzy covers, embracing its coziness in lieu executing acts of productivity.)
One of my biggest gripes from last winter was the blatant absence of blue skies. Dreary greyness, blurred lines of day and night, and slick, desaturated streets - these were uncommon sights to central and east Canada. I pray that the same fate does not fall upon on us this time around.
Peculiar it was that, while the trees remained in full fall swing, the air spoke in a frost-laced tone. Mother Nature is clearly conflicted.
I also happened to catch IMPULSE's on its final week of operation. Sans illumination and sans seesaw partner, it was quite mundane of an experience.
Hershey's was quick to hop on the holiday bandwagon, introducing a bakery/café pop-up inside Scotia Plaza.
The concept was simple: Customers chose their pick of cookie dough (Original or Peanut Butter), and then picked three toppings from the bar. Employees operated in a four-member assembly line, each adopting roles such as the Form Filler, Topping Scooper, Mixer and Moulder, and Baker. Cookie dough scoops were placed onto parchment paper for shaping, then baked for about three minutes - just until the chocolate began to become gooey.
Having passed by the contraption at the early hour of 8 AM, I made a mental note to revisit for afternoon snack.
Alas, within two hours, the row of Rainbow Cakes had disappeared; disappointed but not shocked, I observed the crowds to deduce the second bestseller of the array.
I tapped away ten dollars ($8.99 + tax) and grabbed a fork from the machine-bound dispenser.
Unfortunately, the slice was far thinner than they appeared. Height-wise, it was still consistent with four layers of walnut-embedded pound cake, with cream cheese frosting smothered between. The cake itself was quite crumbly, indicating either an insufficient amount of sugar syrup between the layers, or its evaporation over the transport period.
Crash & Burn was initially the least favourite track, however the showcase performance was quick to amend that.
Foam-less pints of beer started the meal; they were delivered with utmost swiftness. Order placement and delivery, on the other hand, spanned an unacceptable forty minutes. By this time peak lunch hours had hit, and my freshly-washed hair was the victim of inevitable cooking fumes.