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Dave, meet Mindy

There are Douchebag Daves in every city, but you may not always score clothing from them. Over the weekend this guy met Mindy, or Cynthia, somewhere in Chicago and she got away with his pants; good for her. From Craigslist I was hitting on your friend first and then i realized she was way too tall for me. On a scale of 1-10, my friend called you a slump buster. I, on the other hand, use a much more efficient and streamlined scale, 0-1. you were a .5. It’s funny the way vodka works because the more and more...

By Elizabeth Glanville “You are hungry? You eat here, I give you free glass of wine! Welcome to my home!” “I offer ten percent discount and we have very cozy restaurant. Ladies! You eat here!” “For you I give fifteen percent discount, and a free wine. Red or white?” Sarah glances at me. “Yep?” she questions, but before I can respond I get hustled into the spice-infused cavern, a world away from the narrow street crowded with gaudy signs, anxious taxi drivers and dawdling tourists. Inside the curry house the scent of cumin and garlic takes on a new...

By Christopher Long A typical night at Meydan Pub begins with a series of handshakes at the door, with shouts of “Merhaba!” and “Hoşgeldiniz!” We are greeted by the owners like cousins. With grins on all of our faces we sit at our usual table by the window – on this particular night there is no football game on, otherwise the pub would be bursting with excitable Turks, and the air filled with tobacco smoke and catcalling. No, tonight the place is more-or-less empty, except for the two or three Turkish men in the corner quietly discussing politics or...

By Clurra Donald As soon as I moved to New Orleans, like everyone else, I was immediately wooed by the romance, the music and off course, the soul food – but I have to say, more importantly, New Orleans has provided a whole new attitude in how I live my life. This change came by simply immersing myself in the people who also live and operate around me. Laundry, of all housework I most despise has now become a weekly activity I look forward to. That’s ridiculous, you might say, no one actually enjoys doing laundry. However, until you...

My True Love is a Basement Resto: Amelio’s Pizza

By Lucy Armstrong As a festive city with relentless vitality, Montreal teems with hidden treasures that promise to thrill the seasoned connoisseur and lure in the fresh-faced food adventurer alike, laying out a vigorous playground of cultural food havens. In the midst of this lush trove of international cuisine, the palate of my early student days turned from the ritzy downtown establishments to the legendary Amelio’s restaurant, tucked in the corner of Rue Milton and Rue St. Famille at the heart of McGill University’s “student ghetto.”

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Dave, meet Mindy

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My True Love is a Basement Resto: Amelio’s Pizza

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