I like being Licked.
We were bad tonight and met Maddy at Licks for dinner. Now, Licks is strange. I crave it. I love the whole hokey-pokey ‘we’re-happy-to-be-working-here’ sing-along farce the staff throw up while preparing your meal (even though it always seems a little forced). I love that Lickees (employees who work there are called Lickees, aren’t they?) always seem to be outside handing out buy-one-get-one free coupons. I love the fact they ask for your name and use it when serving you. I love that I will sometimes cheat and give them some bizarre long name instead.
Lickee: “Hi, can I get your name?”
Me: “Sure, it’s Hadukey Montebello.”
(glazed and puzzled look comes over Lickee’s face)
Me: “Oh, sorry, just kidding. My name is One Hung Low.”
(continued puzzled and now a tad miffed look crosses the Lickee’s face)
“Sorry, fooling you again. Joe. My name’s Joe Smith.”
(which isn’t really lying because my great grandfather actually was Joseph Smith … honest!)
Anyway, I love Licks burgers, I love goo (that awful artery-cogging dressing they put on them). I love that they use real shredded cheese not a processed slice, though the fries leave me a little cold (though I note: french fries leave me cold pretty much anytime).
I adore eating Licks burgers. It reminds me of my childhood. I remember being 7 or 8 and my papa would drive my sister and I out to Brampton to McDonalds, usually once a month, usually on Sundays. He’d go in and order up supper for us (this was way before the advent of drive-thrus). He’d return with my Filet-o-Fish and small fries and we’d sit in the parking lot and chow down and map out the coming week’s adventures at equestrian (for my sister), swimming practices (for me) and school (for both of us). Afterwards, he’d drive us down Main Str (or was it Queen Str?) into downtown Brampton proper. We go past the stately homes, City Hall, and the new Go Station before returning home past Chinguacousy Park.
The problem with Licks, of course, is afterwards … I don’t know about you, but I always suffer PLBC (Post Licks Burgers Cramps/Craps [take your pick]). I feel ‘gugh’ (not to be confused with goo) afterwards and I say, “Never again, I can’t stomach another Licks burger”.
… But invariably as I’m hiking up to Eglinton Station passing Licks some Lickee is standing outside handing out buy-one-get-one-free coupons and so – again – I’m suckered in.
Thursday’s moment: A Sure Sign of Spring
Thursday’s moment: A Sure Sign of Spring
I went for a walk this afternoon;
and everywhere,
bluebells,
welcoming spring.
Bluebells everywhere in Mount Pleasant Cemetery
Thursday’s interesting (yet unsubstantiated) fact: Lord of the Rings costing
As a follow-up to my review of LOTR, I was speaking to X last night at opera performance. X is very connected in the theatre world here in Toronto and knows (name removed) and (name removed). I was telling him about my LOTR experience and he mentioned that the set (which I thought was brilliant) cost $28M out of a total budget of $40M. Wowza! The show will run till September at which point – rumour control has it – it will be sold off to London and rewritten. We will have to see if that comes true or not.
As a follow-up to my review of LOTR, I was speaking to X last night at opera performance. X is very connected in the theatre world here in Toronto and knows (name removed) and (name removed). I was telling him about my LOTR experience and he mentioned that the set (which I thought was brilliant) cost $28M out of a total budget of $40M. Wowza! The show will run till September at which point – rumour control has it – it will be sold off to London and rewritten. We will have to see if that comes true or not.
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