Review// Playa Cantina, the Junction, Toronto ON
Food is amazing, service is shit.
Last night was probably the 7th or 8th time I’ve been to #PlayaCantina - and it was probably the 6th or 7th time I’ve had shitty service at #PlayaCantina
Every time I find myself sitting, waiting for my server I tell myself “This is the last time”…..until the next time.
I don’t know what it is, no matter the time of day - I always seem to get horrible service. If it wasn’t for the mouth watering mexican goodness they serve, I woulda stopped going after my first visit. I sat at the bar once with my friend - in the middle of the bar - and was still ignored. Last night was pretty bad though-after 15 minutes we finally fagged down the hostess and asked if we could get some water. Meanwhile over the next while, 3-4 different servers walked by and never even looked at us.
The octopus taco - fuuuuuuck, it’s to die for. one thick, juicy tentacle in some crazy sauce. it’s filling but doesn’t fill you up.
Nachos & Guac - hard to fuck this dish up … And they don’t.
Scallop taco - the scallops were delicious but there was too much diced cabbage (I was drunk so maybe it wasn’t diced cabbage) in the taco that kept spewing out of the taco every time I took a bite.
Beef Trio Taco - i don’t remember it’s exact name but it’s 3 skinny beef tacos and it fucking goooooood. I don’t usually order beef at Mexican restaurants mainly coz Mr. Old El Paso helps me out with that but almost every time Ive been here I’ve ordered the beef tacos.
There’s a lotta friends I wanna bring here but due to the “reservations after 8 or 10 people” rule and the shit service, I am hesitant to do so.
Blah blah blah - bitch bitch bitch
Dementia is like a 24 hour drug trip
To me living with dementia seems like it would be being on a constant
trip. (I prefer to use the term “living with" instead of "suffering from”). There’s different stages and phases depending on severity of the dementia, similar with the stages and phases of doing drugs.
When an individual enters the early stages of dementia they realize something is wrong or different - often denying it and have frequent lucid moments - much like someone on drugs. Although a person doing drugs might not try to deny the feelings they are experiencing but know something inside their body is different or irregular.
When they reach the middle stages of dementia it is still possible to explain to them what is going on in their brain. They will probably agree with you if put it gently “You know you’re 85 years old…. and at 85 your memory is bound to get a little “fuzzy”, right?”. So, much like the individual doing drugs, they realize something is going on in their brain but just aren’t quite sure what. There are always exceptions to every story though; some stubborn individuals mights say “No, there’s nothing wrong with my memory!” or maybe “No, the drugs aren’t doing anything” when really they’re on their way to being fucked.
By the time they have reached the late stages on dementia, or the drug trip, they might start to become a “different person”. Their cognitive state gets a little crazy - their personality might change - they might say or do things they wouldn’t normally say. The way a person living with dementia or on drugs process things in their brains gets to be a little wacked. Attention span get’s all weird - they might have a different look in their eyes. Hell they might even be more personable and even become a better person! They might start to share stories and feelings they wouldn’t normally share… which could be a good thing.. could always be thing you wish to never hear or speak of again.
The severe or peak stages of dementia/drugs can vary on the individual. Some people might need to sit, or melt into a wheelchair or chair. They might start to pace/walk/run or need to move frantically and constantly - or they might even become comatose. Again, all depending on the individual. Music is often associated with this stage of either party. Music Therapy has been statistically proven (by me and other professionals) to be beneficial for those living with dementia. An 89 year old can be totally out to lunch, thinking she’s back living in her homeland: Scotland, at age15 and needs to “get home to her mother because she has to help do the chores before sun-down” and won’t sit still or listen to what you’re saying or asking - when all of a sudden you throw on “My Bonnie” and she stops what she’s doing, sits down and sings every goddamn word to the song and is happy as a pig in shit. At the end of the song she’s a totally different person - she’s in another place, another world… she’s cool with what you’re asking or saying. A person climaxing on their drug trip might go to a different place, a place or feeling they remember from years ago - a fucking awesome place. Music really does help the brain, no matter what stage your brain is at at that moment in time.
So, maybe doing drugs gives us a taste of what’s to come in our future. But who the fuck knows because there is no cause to dementia… except genetics, alcoholism, drug use, damage to the brain, neurodegenerative diseases, “plaques” and “tangles” that have formed in the brain. WHo dAh FUk KNOWS.
And a cure? Much like cancer - there isn’t one. So Drugs or Dementia - we’re in store for a good trip.
Some Jewelery I own.
left-right: a coloured stone pyramid pendant from my deceased great aunt Thelma circa 1960, (top) a hand made necklace by one of my best friends of 10 years, a brownie pin from when I was in the “kelpie” group (or was I an imp? … no wait, maybe a sprite?) circa 1991, [nugget], a swiss cheese pendant I made in 2002, (top) Arrow Collar Necklace by erica weiner http://ericaweiner.com/collections/necklaces , porsche broach from my mother circa 1990, old vinyl turned into earrings, purple crystal in a .45 automatic bullet shell case, clear crystal in a .40 bullet shell case, acrylic molar pendant made by http://aksartworks.tumblr.com , the inside of an old stop watch purchased in kensington market in 2007
I wrote to Brook Candy on her blog, explaining that I carved her name in the new sidewalk in front of my house. She replied and said she’d carve my name in a tree. She probably won’t. But I’m still honoured she picked my comment to post on her blog and replied.