These Are The Daves I Know, I Know. These Are The Daves I Know.

Hey, guys. Sorry I didn't post last night. I was working on school work, and then headed to bed early, because I had to be up early. I'm not going to tell you about what I had to get up early for, because I want to save something for when I write again tonight. But I have some pretty fancy news from yesterday! I decided to bust out the ol' button-down shirt and fancy shoes and head out on the town and follow up on all of these applications I've filled out. Most of the places I went to were big letdowns. Don't they realize that they're going to be advertising for the holidays soon?! You're going to need all the seasonal help you can get. But my last stop of the day was not so disappointing. I went to Sports Authority, asked to see a manager, and next thing I knew I was in the back room getting interviewed. But as caught off guard as I was, I nailed the interview. I made myself look like the best associate he'd ever seen. So I pretty much have this job in the bag. He told me he was going to give me a call on Monday, and that if he forgot, I should call him on Monday. So either way, I'm talking to this guy on Monday. So it seems like I'll be working at Sports Authority soon. The only issue was when he was going over the section of the application where I filled out how much I knew about all of these different sports. Apparently, I wrote down that I know a lot about fishing. Now I really don't know much about fishing, at all. I don't even like fishing. I haven't fished in several years. But this guy was pretty psyched about all of this supposed fishing knowledge I possess. He was telling me how nobody working in the store really knows anything about fishing, so it'll be great to have someone who does. Well I hope that doesn't come back to bite me in the ass. Fishing is pretty straightforward, anyway, right? Right? Oh well. Moving on.

So I said I was going to write about the best pierogies I've ever had last time I wrote, correct? I can do that. The memory is still vivid in my mind. Just thinking about it is causing me to drool. It's embarrassing, really. A young person of my age, and my health drooling all over himself. Disgraceful. But let's move on to the story. This happened a couple summers ago when I was on vacation with my family in Canada. This leg of the vacation was in Toronto, and we were sitting in our hotel thinking about where we wanted to go for dinner. We weren't too keen on eating in the hotel restaurant after a homeless man wandered into our hotel, and asked us if we could spare a toonie. He was quickly escorted out, but this hotel wasn't in the greatest neighborhood, and the homeless people in the area were pretty bold. But this isn't what the story's about. So we were looking for a restaurant, but all the searching seemed a little silly when I realized that going to Wayne Gretzky's restaurant was clearly the obvious choice. So we headed down to 99 Blue Jays Way where the restaurant was located. We walked in, and it was a pretty fancy place. Lots of modern decor. Also, when you first walk in, there's a quote inlaid in the floor. It was, of course, Wayne Gretzky's famous "Skate where the puck is going, not where it is" quote that I just paraphrased. I thought that was especially cheesy, but I was going to allow it. So we were quickly seated, and the first thing I noticed on the appetizers menu was Grandma Gretzky's Pierogies. Apparently, Wayne Gretzky is Polish. Who knew? And being the Polish family we are, we got two orders of them. And even after two plates, I was still wishing that I had more. There was nothing inherently special about the ingredients. It was potato and cheddar pierogies, pan fried with smoked bacon and sweet, caramelized onion. Pretty classic way to serve pierogies, but something about them was just so great. I have no idea if I was just caught up in all of the Wayne Gretzky hype or not, but the pierogies were phenomenal. I went on to have meat loaf for dinner, which was great, but I couldn't get over the pierogies. My brother had the "Great One" burger, which was pretty much a bacon cheeseburger, but it had a "99" branded into the bun. Classic. After dinner, my dad ordered a piece of chocolate cake. What they brought him was a 10 layer chocolate behemoth. It tasted amazing, but there was plenty cake leftover. I've never been too hot on most of the places I've eaten in Canada. There weren't many places that I just disliked, but nothing really stuck out. That all changed when I went to Wayne Gretzky's restaurant in Toronto. Sure, it's a little touristy, but the food was great. Also, keep in mind that when I say that I've never been too impressed with the food I've had in Canada outside of what Grandma Gretzky cooks up, I have never been to Montreal. So I have not had their fantastic crepes that I hear so much about. I really want to go to Montreal. Hell, I've never even been to Quebec. I haven't gotten the French-Canadian experience yet! I've been to every province in Eastern Canada except for Quebec and Newfoundland and Labrador. What a dummy! But if Quebec is half as nice as Nova Scotia, I need to get there as soon as possible. Don't be surprised if I take a trip up to you, AJ. We'll go on a big crepe date. I guarantee you'll get lucky.

Alright. Well I'm going to wrap this up here. I need to save some good material for tonight. Look forward to that entry. It probably won't be as good as this one, but it sure won't be bad. I'm going to go read up on the finer points of fishing. I need to bone up on all that good stuff if I ever hope to make it at Sports Authority. I'll be running that company before you know it! Alright, I'm going to end this, because I need to get ready before I go out to dinner. Expect a full report on that tonight, as well! See you later, kids!