mjj (flemmings) wrote,
mjj
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Warm summerish Friday evenings should be spent in an Italian restaurant with a light oil-based pasta and white wine. Somehow all the Italian restaurants have vanished from my neighbourhood- not merely the famous ones of thirty years ago, but the family-run ones as well. Bloor St rents, I suppose. So had a sandwich at The Butler's Pantry, because it will probably be closed come December.
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