Tongo Titty and the Trifuckta

Kickoff to Cheek-Peach-Sheena weekend was Mai-Tai night at Trader Vic's @ the Hilton in Atlanta. $4.50 for the world's 2nd best ever Mai-Tai. Uber dark rum makes the diff...

The band rocks...more on that later.
Prawn stirfry pour Sheena

Bananas Foster for dessert. Things on fire just taste better. Go figger.

Tongo Titty.


"During"

Exhibit A.
Shared the seared tuna appetizer.
Peach had the curry with random shit to throw into it.


So. Sheena's fans ask. What the hell do you chicks talk about, anyways. Well, Gentle Readers, this night the topic was "The Trifuckta". A Cheekism that just kinda stuck. The Trifuckta is quite simply the ability to find true and real fuckability. The holy trinity of connection for a chick.

We present:

1. The Mind Fuck - a girl needs a guy who can challenge her intellectually. Who can banter and buzz, who uses words artfully and sexily, who not only pushes the envelope but licks it too...

2. The Body Fuck - Unafraid, unintimidated, unrelenting. Someone who recognizes that skin is the largest sexual organ and can explore and demand in ways that sometimes surprises.

3. The Heart Fuck - someone who burrows under the skin and offers trust, respect and companionship. Who can tolerate a bad day and celebrate the good ones. A guy who will at least pretend he'll always take care of you even if you know you'll never need it. Who'll slip a can of tuna in your purse when your head is turned.

This is the Trifuckta. Does it exist? Have we ever had it? Do we know people who have it today? And then we turn wistful yet hopeful, and order another mai tai, and toast our friendship and acknowledge that sometimes 2 out of 3 ain't bad.

Because It's Never Too Late to Start Wasting Your Life

Dinner and drinks @ The Vortex in the Little Five Points neighbourhood in Atlanta. Patrons are very clearly apprised of 'the rules' upon entry. They're good ones. Especially the No Whining rule.

Absinthe on the menu. One of my three American pals was up for the experience. He did the full traditional (check out the video below). Sheena somewhat wimped out and had La Fee Verte - absinthe shaken with lime and orange juices. Kinda grew on me after the first few sips. But truth be told, switched to a Flying Dog Doggie Style Pale Ale with dinner.






La Fee Verte...

Backseat drinkers:

Even More...

... FUH2

Woodstock, Georgia.

YYZ > ATL

Lunch with the Cheek, the Peach and the Tallahussy

First time at a Seasons 52 in Atlanta on Friday. A new chain-ish place part of the Olive Garden/Red Lobster conglomerate. Actually pretty decent food. Concept is all about local fresh seasonal menus, always changing specials and surprisingly interesting wine list. Waiter was pleasant, helpful and most importantly - patient with us.

A celebration of girlitude and new beginnings and finding balance.

Tomato flatbread

Sheena picked the bubbly. Selected the Schramsburg. One of my fave stops on the Napa/Sonoma wine tour route. Nothing quite like a little grope and copped feel in the depths of their turn of the century mountainside caves.



Dessert - $2.50 each. Pick & mix & share is the intention.


Cheek-vage

I did the Rocky Road.
Grilled Duck breast salad with dried cranberry, fresh pineapple. Was absolutely wonderful. Presentation was kick ass. Play the video below.

In Which Cheek Issues A Challenge AND an Invitation....

http://cheekiermesly.blogspot.com/2008/08/bacchanalia-revisited.html

Mendelson Joe @ Kitchener Blues Fest Aug 9 '08

Sheena squealed with joy a few weeks back when the artist lineup for the Kitchener Blues Festival was unveiled. There he was - right in the middle of Saturday afternoon - the legendary Mendelson Joe.

I'd never seen him in person before. Since he first entered Sheena's consciousness via scurrilous satirical rags in the '90s, and now-slain internet whisper groups 2001-ish, he's been this mythical figure in my head. Buzzing like the king of the gadflys in Canadian arts circles.





And there he was, up on stage, looking like a cross between Santa Claus and Elvis Costello. Decades of antics, of shit-disturbing, of poking sticks in the eyes of those who refuse to see what's going on.

Most of the crowd seemed appreciative - despite the rather colourful misanthropic language of a couple of his better known tunes. Humans Bug Me is one that needs to be added to the collection... $20 here...

I think my 2008 resolution is to acquire an original painting. Wonder what the price range for any of the classic Butt Rushmore series is...

There's a couple of SheenaVision regular readers who know some of the old stories, I hope they cough them up here in the comments section...

And To Think I've Always Had Them Plain...

Lunch at Saturday's Kitchener Blues Festival was courtesy of local BBQ purveyors @ Hogs Tail BBQ.

Had my hopes up. Sheena loves everything about, related, comparable, kinda like, and adjacent to authentic pulled pork. Not even for the sheer pleasure of ordering it loudly in public.

Looked fabulous. Plentiful, cheap at $4 a plate, meat loaded high, saucy without being uneatable as a sandwich.

But dammit. Kinda bland. Pork was plentiful but almost tasteless. Sauce was nothing special. No zip, no tang, no lip smacking runny mop up that makes you yell for someone to bring you more napkins.

I need to make my own again. Sigh. If you want something done right... and so on and so forth and more of the same.

Benjamin's

Took some of my favourite work chickies out for din-dins this week a few miles down the road in St. Jacob's village. They wanted to shop, but it being a week night in a God-fearing town, they were S.O.L. Put a few nose prints up against the shop windows until we decided we were hungry enough to find a patio and get the vino flowing.

Not much open on what is clearly theme night "Ghost Town Wednesdays". Except for Benjamin's. Gorgeous bountiful oversized flower baskets everywhere we turned, and even though the patio was off the main street, the lush fragrant decorations lured us in.

Mostly light meals, salads, double appetizers, some pastas and fish. Chick food, I suppose. Decent California red and some VQA whites by the glass.

Uber garlicky and wonderful caesar salad loaded with fresh grated parmesano accompanied by the goat cheese strudel parcel topped with real fresh cranberry compote. Did a Sauvignon Blanc on the side (Chilean, sadly... as the VQA Vineland Estates Riesling I really wanted was the semi sweet, not the citrusy dry j'adore so much).

Would recommend a return visit. Patio was pretty quiet and casual. Inside looked like it could be a little more of a dress up kinda place.

What John McCain Will Be Wearing In January 2009

Mr. Blackwell questions whether in fact the choice of "If You Can Read This.. The Cunt Fell Off" t-shirt is really in line with protocol...

Click here
or on any of these Google hits to feel ill and wonder why civilization has fallen into a big old assless chaps butt crack.

In Which Sheena Takes A Firm Stand on the Side Of Truth and Proper Temperature

For the last 3ish years Sheena has been on and on about her undying love for The Cheese Boutique and some annoying voices in the back of her head and also random foodie mommy bloggers keep going on and on about Pusateri's! Pusateri's! Pusateri's!

Oddly... Sheena had every intention of being at the Cheese Boutique at exactly the same minute as Raymi when her driver said, screw the west end, let's go north, visit a friend and you can check out Pusateri's.

It was my first time. And well, I had hoped for more. It was good enough. I mean, not like I'd never do it again. But Sheena longed for what was familiar and good and pure and properly climatized.

Don't get me wrong - the quality of everything at Pusateri's was top notch. But come on folks. The Cheese departments are not even in the same species. Everything at P's was pre cut, refrigerated, not clearly marked, a hovering clerk hanging around in case of a question. NO Bouq Emissaire! The Mimolette (which I bought) coulda been cheddar for all I could tell. NOT aged. Ciel de Charlevoix was cold like the hand of death but thankfully held its own and turned itself out perfectly after a 2 hour car ride on a hot day in a beater with no A/C. Everything seemed a touch more expensive, less cared for, overly Saran-wrapped, and just a bit unloved.

Homesick smells like hockey bag.

Learn Something New Everyday #2

Today is in fact John Galt Day in Guelph, Ontario.

http://news.guelphmercury.com/News/article/362665

The life of Guelph founder John Galt will be celebrated Monday with
historic games, a parade and canoe hockey.

Galt, a prominent Scottish author, founded Guelph in 1827.
"This founder celebration reflects our heritage and his courage," organizer Bonnie
McDougall said.

John Galt and William "Tiger" Dunlop, a fellow adventurer and
author, will attend the celebration in the form of local actors.
The river races and canoe hockey are part of the tradition.
"In canoe hockey we use a soccer ball and paddles to make contact with the ball," McDougall said.

A parade of local community leaders will travel to St. Andrew's
Presbyterian Church, Galt's former parish, to celebrate a non-denominational
service. McDougall said people are encouraged to bring a picnic to the
family-focused event. "There will be historic games including crochet, sack
races, ring toss and stilts," said Katherine McCracken, director of Guelph
Museums. "We will run the games along the river beside the River Run Centre,"
she said. The event is free but participants are asked to bring a donation for
the food bank.

Sheena will celebrate this important day in local history by submitting herself to the fierce intellect of the baggage carrier down at the bus station, legs akimbo among the stacks of empty Red Cap cases in the long, dark, abandoned, granite tunnel of the Grand River Transit terminal, chanting to herself, "You will follow me." As words silently spoken are more a claim of right than a prayer, more a demand than a wish, being followed, she will then move even faster into the darkness, pulse beating rapidly, but unafraid. And then, despite his leashed intensity, the harshness of his lips...down the line of her throat,… leaving a trail of bruises worser than any hickey she ever got in junior high, his elbow knocking her head aside, with her teeth sinking into the flesh of his arm, there will be at last - finally - less a surrender than a worship of him, and then an inevitable wipe up with the Wet Nap left over from last week's Moose Winooskie Wing Night Extravaganza.

Bohunk Days Chez Sheena

Long weekend Sunday Chez Sheena means Borscht. A leisurely stroll through St. Lawrence Market in Toronto on Saturday, fondling the ripe plentiful bounty of Ontario's farms... strong phallic corn cobs, firm rounded b-cup sized beets, sturdy sensible potatoes and the dill from my very own box.

Oh. and lame-o packaged carrots I found at the back of the fridge and had to use up fast. And an onion.


Slice up the onion & carrot and lightly sautee in some olive oil until a bit tender but not fully cooked.

I had a leftover steak from the other night so threw it in for real beef goodness and so as not to be wasteful.

Pretend you are a Greyhound bus passenger.


Chop beets, potato into 1"ish cubes and throw into the onion & carrot mix. Add the steak. Add about 10 cups of water and enough powered beef stock for the amount of water (depending on what stock mix you use... I am not a powder snob with beef stock, but detest powdered chicken stock). Go figure.

Even threw in the nibletized corn from the 2 leftover cobs from the Rib Fest on Saturday. Was a surprisingly fantastic decision. The sweetness of the corn really nicely matched the beet sweet. Will do this again.




Lots leftover. Call me.

Ribbed for Her Pleasure Too

Sheena only ever does corn on the cob in the husk now. How she ever ate it growing up with the shit boiled right out of it she'll never know. To do: take off the outer layer of husk and cut or pull the silky tassel crap out. Put them directly on the second layer grill, usually 20 min or so. Turn them a 1/4 turn every few minutes or if and when they catch on fire. Serve with real butter, salt/pepper or lime squeeze.


Side ribs. Marinaded for about an hour in BBQ sauce (just generic Kraft shit) perked up by real local maple syrup, fresh chopped herbs, grated fresh ginger & garlic. The trick with ribs is to do them over a lower heat so the fatty parts don't go all Tower of Inferno when you turn your back to get another grapefruit blueberry vodka cocktail. Cook about 10 min each side (4 turns each) and baste with extra sauce as you flip.

Stoli Blueberry with a bit of white grapefruit juice just for colour, topped up with club soda and fresh berries.


Bring extra napkins.
Asparagus just for the pee conversation entertainment value later. (Grilled in tinfoil on the upper deck for about 10 min with olive oil and 1/2 squeezed lime)

As Noted Per Sooey Says

I Can Haz Combover?

Ain't Life Grand

Mill Street Tankhouse fueled evening out @ the Artful Dodger with some of Sheena's favourite Toronto flotsam and jetsam last night.

Crash pad was the elegantly appointed Grand Hotel on Jarvis. What a great spot. Gorgeous and lush surroundings, free wireless, fantastic lounge & restaurant and surprisingly unattended 20th floor rooftop jacuzzi tubs still open after midnight...

Pictures not immediately deleted in the sober sunshine posted here:

Now officially added to the Sheena's Happy Places list.





Dinner. Grilled shrimp & scallop skewers served with wild mushroom ragout spooned over mashed patates à la Dean Martin.

Correction to May 2007 Post

http://sheenavision.blogspot.com/2007/05/most-boring-washroom-graffiti-in-canada.html

In fact the most boring washroom graffiti in Canada is *NOT* Kitchener, but it's lamer whiter twin city Waterloo.







From the can at The Starlight Lounge the wanna be hipster joint that could barely muster up 100 people for the awesome rude men Scott H Biram and Bob Log III. Slutty drunk groupies and khaki Docker wearing propellerheads don't mix well.

Sigh.

I miss Toronto.