Smell The Glove

Pints last night at Pauper's Pub at Bloor & Bathurst with some strangers from the innerdnets. Somewhat pedestrian beer on tap list, but appetizers were half-price until 7pm, and the waiter was funny and snarky as all get out. The chicken quesadillas were adequate, but a little thin on the chicken and heavy on the dilla. Not a hell of a lot of quesa found. A few laughs were had, a toast was made, some rude stories shared. All good fun. Thanks guys. And Joanne

Best part of the evening was finding a really nice pair of gloves after everybody left. Kept my hands warm on the rather indirect route home. If they look familiar, please let me know and I'd be happy to return them. But don't dilly-dally. I only have one roll of toilet paper left in the bathroom cupboard...