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Sunday, February 13, 2005

Haven't seen a table of Moosehead in ages...

I've been trying to spend the past few days studying, what with a massive law exam coming up on Thursday. However, after a spending all day studying Saturday, I had to get out of the flat--it's a nice place, or nice enough, anyways, but sometimes you just gotta leave--and thankfully Anne was having the same thought.

So, we went to see a play called Festen. It's been well-reviewed pretty well everywhere, and Helen said it rocked. (The latter holds much more sway in our opinions than the general media, to be honest.) Anyway, Festen was good, but not great. Everything was kinda over-done and over-blown (which is somewhat surprising, given the source material is a Dogme movie of the same name.) Anne thinks that's just the way theatre is these days--over-produced and lacking subtlety--but the show was a bit of a let down. Good, but not great.

Our seats however, were great. This whole showing up an hour beforehand for discount student prices is awesome. They give you the best available seats for 15 pounds. In this case, the best available seats were about six rows back, in the centre; basically, some of the best seats (save box seats, which I'm not entirely sure are better anyways).

After a post-show stop at McDonalds, we walked to Covent Garden in search of the Canadian Pub, which we found after not as much difficulty as expected (tho not without some aimless wandering). Called the Maple Leaf, it's very Canadian, in the cheesiest, clichest sense--but that's Canada, in a sense. I mean, the walls were all hockey and Blue Jays memorabilia, and hockey was on the TVs, which is pretty much how it is at home, too. The giant stuffed bear was a bit much, but pretty funny all the same. The beer selection wasn't great, with only Molson Dry, Moosehead and a previously untried Sleeman's variety being the only Canadian offerings.

The best part tho, much like the evening at the Canadian Embassy, was the voices. It's amazingly comforting to be surrounded by Canadian tones, instead of brit accents all the time. And, we (Anne and I) decided we could pick out which guys were Canadian and which were British (we decide a lot of things, and are rarely correct, however.) We decided that british guys are more stylish; they tended to be the ones in button up shirts and nice pants. Canadian guys tended towards jeans and t-shirts. So, Brit guys=stylish, Canadian guys=comfy. And that's enough blanket generalizations for one day...

Off-topic: Nat and Daorcey are here in less than a week! Woot!


Anonymous Tony said...

Molson, Moosehead and Sleeman's? That's lame. It's like the only Canadians they've met were from the maritimes. I should send you a copy of Bill's Canadian menu so they try not to suck.

I guess it doesn't matter though. The only thing lamer than drinking Molson, is flying a few thousand miles to drink Molson. I'm in it for the local beers. From the tap.

Me and Meru are trying to talk Mel into coming too. That would rock.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hmm, Molson's, Moosehead and Sleeman's, eh? Lame. Guess we're not going there. We're getting pretty excited to be there. Daorcey bought a Swiss Army knife with a corkscrew attachment for those pesky French wine bottles. Woohoo!


Blogger Nicole said...

Yeah, not the best beer choices. And normally, we're all for the local beer, but we figured, hey, we're in a Canadian pub, why not.

And British people seem to really like Molson--tho that might be them just trying to be nice...

Tony: Yes, you guys should totally come. When are you thinking? Or have you not got that far yet?

Nat: First granola bars, now a swiss army knife? WTF? We're not going camping. You're not even backpacking! You're coming to London--it's been civilized for the past 2000 years, I'm sure you can find a corkscrew here. Just make sure he doesn't try to bring it on the plane, okay?


Anonymous Anonymous said...

I know we're not going camping but granola bars are much cheaper here. And a corkscrew, you try opening a wine bottle when we're in Paris without one. And a knife to cut bread and cheese is going to be useful I think. And no he's not going to carry it on the plane. Actually England has very strict knife laws. You can't have a knife over 4 inches that locks and you shouldn't carry it with you as the police can say you had easy access and charge you. Just saying. It's nice to be prepared.



Blogger Nicole said...

Be prepared? What are you, a boy scout? K, dude. I own knives. I own a corkscrew. I know, it's hard to believe, but I do eat, and from time to time, drink, while here.

And you're going to haul boxes of granola bars with you to save, oh, about two dollars, if even that much, but are totally ready to drop 100 Euros on a car rental to go see an under-reconstruction Vimy.

Okay: things are more expensive here, but not to the level that you can't buy anything. Between your knives, food hoards and who knows what else, you're probably bringing more for ten days than I brought to move here. Food stuff isn't that much more expensive. Stuff like film and batteries--that's worth bringing.

And, to be honest, I'm not sure it's a good idea to bring a knife on the train, either. We do have to go thru customs...



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