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Is it a good idea to infer character from actions people perform? That is to weigh the way people treat you greater than what they say to your face. I've done it in the past and it's definitely cost me some potential friends. Albeit potential friends of dubious moral fiber.

I don't feel as if I'm lost anything (other than an expensive watch) but I do feel that I may have been too judgemental.

I'll just stay acquainted, nothing more. A symbolic gesture to the concept of community like my subscription to the BML.

The Bean Bar - Review

Picture this: blue collar town gains highly jew-dyked owned and influeced jazz café/restaurant in trendy unversity area village. Proof: The default burger is a vegetarian patty on a müeslie bagel. There's even a pride sticker on the front door (shock!). Inside is decorated rather generically in that pretentious fag café way. Black cloth draped from the ceiling of painted punched aluminium tile ceiling and tacky Pier One Imports-like wicker chairs abound. Votive candels burn everywhere and even the 5w incandescent faux-candel lightbulbs on the chandeliers have their own tiny shades.

Think Kirstie Allie redecorates a set from Phantom of the Opera.

A jazz ensemble plays in a distant corner out of a fake book and people assume what they're doing is skillful. Yeah, some of you might assume I hate jazz. That's not the case, I love jazz but I hate jazz musicians. It's something about their retro-bohemian lifestyle juxtaposed against the highest realestate valued suburb for miles around that doesn't jive. It's of course appropriate to have ostentatious musicians to go with the atmosphere.

Nothing is unexaggerated or simply stated thus far. Which is of course a totally valid way to do business, just hard to get caught up in. You're almost begging for the wait staff to tell you to "fuck off" just so you can fall back to earth for a second.

Although I understand it's all a matter of perspective. We (nfotxn, etherlad and tootired) arrive late to later still be joined by zer0ith. Palm in my palm, I'm ready to take on the pretense with an open mind.

9:33 - been here 10mins to receive service.

9:39 - "Allison" comes with drinks. Makes mistake but recovers quickly.

9:50 - precisely 25ml of mustard & relish for each burger participant. A full bottle of ketchup. Long theological debate ensues as to the implication of the inequality in condiment rationing. For the record I still believe the surplus of ketchup defeats the arguement that it was meant to force the customers hand away from over garnishing their burger. Which begs the question still, why be stingey on condiments? The disposeable containers are not flattering the votive candels one bit.

9:54 - Dinner arrives. It does look good. The caramelized onion smell good but are they worth $1.00? It's impossible to avoid low-value upgrade ploys these days.. Ceasar salad side has ever so slightly mushy croutons. Ian's tater side is good, although the taters has signs of having been in a steam tray for a while. Very acceptable and I was hungry.

10:12 - Coffee refilled precisely three times before dessert is offered. Declined as the Jazz band's swing rendition of "smoke on the water" are getting a little louder and hard to tolerate.

10:32 - Tab for three comes to $42.50CDN. Satisfaction is generally high and caffeine aided. A good value in the end although the atmosphere is pretty over-stated.

I think I'll drag my pretentious ass back sometime, just not soon.

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If you're interested here's a review biased in the other direction from the local rag.

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I think I can hear the moaning all the way from Texas.

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Got a gig tonight. Playing some form of Women's shelter benefit at First Uniterian today. Not particularly sure what it's all about.

Pretty sore throat and head. Very tired. Practiced Hebraique this morning and it's sounding better.

That's all, trying not to obsess. *grinds teeth*