good times
So I’ve had two great adventures this week. First, on Thursday my buddy Dan and his wife Lauren wanted to show us a place in Brantford called WingMaster, an establishment complete with a … wait for it … wingmaster. It was brilliant. This place has 300+ flavors of wings, everything from your classic honey mustard to pizza flavor to stuff so hot you have to sign a waiver. It’s crazy. So we order 10lbs of wings, and get the pizza flavor, the cherry coke flavor, sweet lava, etc. This place was seriously amazing. Then, after a healthy meal like that, we get our dessert of deep fried oreo’s. These things are amazing, sound disgusting, but amazing. My mouth was so happy. So we sit back and are feeling quite satisfied when Trey, this big black guy who runs the place comes out and starts chatting with us and we’re laughing and telling jokes, loving the whole ambiance of the place, and Trey goes in the back and says he’s got a surprise for us, and the dude whips out a cardboard box (like you’d get for a flat of soda, kind of shallow and such) and covers it in foil, then fills it with 10 lbs of poutine, which for those of you not in the know, is French fries covered in gravy and cheese curds. So seriously, enough to feed a small European nation, and he brings it to our table. As if we hadn’t already compromised the arteries, we opt not to offend the gift giver and start shoveling gravy and cheese covered French fries into our mouths. It was quite the night. And in other news, I felt heartburn for the first time in my entire life that night. Completely unrelated, but thought you’d like to know.
Second thing, I hit a Toronto Raptors NBA game in a corporate box seat. It was a fine moment for me, thank you Wayne, there’s just something wonderful about watching a game from a plush chair with snacks. Though it seems there’s expected etiquette for yelling from the box, I don’t think I’m invited back. We had a good run though. 