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This is too good not to re-blog. Thanks to my profound and silent friend Izzak from I want ice water.
This is Sir Paul’s first appearance in Winnipeg since his New World Tour played the Winnipeg Stadium in 1993. I was a wide-eyed 23-year-old at the time and it was the biggest show I had ever been to. It’s long been a night that I hoped to repeat. With luck I’ll be in the crowd August 12th at Investors Group Field.
Tickets go on sale April 29, 2013 at 10 am local time. Ranging in price from $35 to $250.
- Paul McCartney to play Winnipeg’s Investors Group Field (cbc.ca)
- Paul McCartney coming to Winnipeg (globalnews.ca)
Every now and then my ever suffering partner Darlene gets a wistful look in her eyes and asks if our nephew Eric can stay over for some quality time with his Auntie Darlene and Uncle Bob. I can hardly ever say no to her requests partly because she loves Eric to pieces, but also because even I have to admit that hanging out with a 6 year old can be pretty cool also.
This time however we had a plan for something extra-special to do with our little buddy. The Manitoba Museum is currently displaying Dinosaurs Unearthed, a interactive and robotic showcase that displays the latest thoughts on the lives of dinosaurs millions of years ago. For a 43 year old man-child and a 6 year old this was a must do event.
Being Spring Break for the schools here in Canada, coupled with it being Good Friday we planned on going early to avoid the insane crowds that the day off would inevitability bring. The first thing we could hardly avoid as we approached the Manitoba Museum from Main Street was the life sized robotic Tyrannosaurus Rex standing guard outside the main entrance to the building. I thought this was going to spell trouble at first as Eric seemed a bit freaked out by the moving T-Rex and the way it growled and howled at us.
Of all the corners in Baltimore City, Helen chose my Hampden corner for turning tricks. She was tall, wore a sports bra and rocked a fancy, champagne blonde 80's-esque hairstyle.
She yelled at inanimate objects and one time was behind me in line at Rite Aid when I dropped my wallet. She picked it up for me, introduced herself and said she had my back.
I wrote a post very similar to this one in theme actually a few years ago minus the sex in the car thing about a homeless man who lived in Osborne Village in Winnipeg. This post about the prostitute made me think about him. Thank you, La La for making me remember how lucky we really are. My post can be found in the html link here. http://bahbs.wordpress.com/2010/12/01/the-ghost-of-osborne-street/
I know that for most of my southern friends my yearly Festival du Voyageur posts are loved. This weekend past Darlene and I took in all that Festival had to offer. From the fiddle music, and meals packed with Bannock, spit pea soup and fresh ham.
The wood fires to warms your bones against the cold, and of course historical re-enactments of life in the 1700′s when this part of Canada was settled. Any of you who are also using WordPress may have been having trouble with the recient updates in adding pictures.
- Winnipeggers brave cold, snow and wind for Festival du Voyageur (metronews.ca)
- Louis Riel celebrated at Festival du Voyageur (cbc.ca)
- Festival du Voyageur wraps up its 44th year (cbc.ca)
- Louis Riel celebrated at Festival du Voyageur (updatednews.ca)
- Manitoba introduces bilingual license plates (metronews.ca)
With Darlene’s birthday this past weekend we decided that we were due for a fine night out on the town for dinner. It was just our luck that a the owners of Hermanos Argentinian Steakhouse opened a new South American themed restaurant just down the block Carnaval Brazilian BBQ.
For Winnipeg the concept is quite revolutionary, for a fixed price of $39 per adult an endless buffet of savory meats and side dishes is brought to your table and sliced fresh from a skewer and onto your plate. Simple in concept and frighteningly efficient in bringing one quickly to the point of entering a meat coma. But oh so good. Onetime chef and now author and globe-trotter Anthony Bourdain has said in the past that food and cooking is all about domination and submission. The diner must be willing to submit to the will of the cooks and the severs to receive the best of what they have to offer.
Our meal began quite simply, the floor manager welcomed us to our table and instructed us on the workings of the table and the floor staff. We were each given a coaster, one side printed green with a hungry diner smiling fork and knife at the ready. This was to be displayed if we wanted the gauchos to bring food to our table. The other side was printed in red, the diner passed out in blissful slumber as if to say “Please no more, I need a break.”
She also explained that family sized portions of side dishes would be brought throughout our meal to accompany the gaucho’s BBQ’d offerings. Ready, steady, GO! We cautiously flipped our cards to green, almost instantly a smiling gaucho appeared with a skewer packed top to bottom with roast chicken wings. Yes, why yes of course I would like some my good man. The wings were hardly off the skewer when a second gaucho appeared bearing pork chorizo sausage. All so innocent luring me into their trap.
The wings were crispy and juicy to a fault I gnawed at the wingtips for the crispy goodness and devoured the chorizo with equal fervor. More and more gaucho’s appeared, skewered chicken thighs, slices of heavenly rare top sirloin, sirloin cap so fatty and crispy and delicious on the outside and so incredibly tender and flavorful on the inside that my eyes rolled up into the back of my head with near orgasmic delight.
One of the most outstanding wandering table side attractions turned out not to be food at all but a caipirinha trolley. Where he mixed a very potent Brazilian staple beverage in honor of Darlene’s birthday. Handing it to her, he whispered sip it slow it, it sneaks up on you.
Our table which was empty at the start of our meal was now packed with side dishes, condiments and the detritus of the meal. Looking less and less like a fine dining experience but more like a frat party gone horribly wrong. I had slipped into the dark side and was loving every finger licking, chin mopping crispy skinned and painful sigh as I tried to keep pace with the gauchos.
They looked less like friendly servers now, taking on the visage of black clad, sash wearing delivers of pleasure and pain. My stomach pleaded with me to stop, full to bursting. But my meat addled brain wanted more, more lamb, more cap of sirloin, a chicken wing yes please.
Then it appeared, the object to stop my protein psychosis. A single slab of BBQ pineapple coated in cinnamon and grilled to perfection. The simple combination of sweet and acid brought everything together. Something so simple almost mundane left me full and complete.
Overall the meal was delicious, however on my next visit I would do things a bit differently to ease into the meal. Ordering a course of salad or starters from the complementary menu right of the bat seems the way to go. We were pounded by meat right away and by the time our salads and bread had arrived we were already into full-fledged feeding mode.
This concept for Brazilian BBQ coupled with the quality and know how that the Hermanos ownership group brings to the table, I can’t see Carnaval being anything but a smash hit.
Hello everybody as most of you know I went away for a little bit to de-frost and de-stress with a bunch of relatives for a wedding in the Mayan Riviera. How can I sum up my experience there? FRIGGING AWESOME!
The sun and tropical heat for a Canadian in the midst of the great doldrums of our winter are simply rejuvenating. Putting it in the simplest possible terms I experienced an almost 60 degree Celsius temperature difference the minute we stepped off the plane in Cancun, Mexico. We left Winnipeg in the grip of a blizzard, a bone chilling minus 25 degrees Celsius, happy to make it out of Winnipeg at all. Cancun was a tropical+28 and the humidity hit me like a brick wall after a long exhausting day of travel.