Month: October 2015

Searching for treasures in Edmonton’s Peacock Boutique Thrift Shop

As an amateur bargain hunter I pride myself on my thrift shopping ability. I have friends without the patience to dig, including those who turn their nose up at buying second hand items, but I love the thrill of the hunt. I have an overflowing closet full of vintage shoes, dresses and accessories that make all that digging time worth it. I tend to avoid the bigger thrift shop warehouses around the city, opting instead for smaller, one-off charitable shops that aren’t too overwhelming. This summer I finally walked into the Edmonton Emergency Relief Services‘s Peacock Thrift Shop downtown on 104th street. While I sometimes keep my thrift shop sources on the down low – I enjoyed the Peacock Thrift shop so much I wanted to spread the word, especially after I learned that the EERS works with the Canadian Red Cross locally by providing household furnishings, household goods, clothing, and personal goods for individuals and families left homeless after fire or natural disaster. The place is decorated with some pretty cool vintage items including a cigarette machine, …

A Birthday Dinner at The Harvest Room

I think The Harvest Room at Fairmont Hotel MacDonald is one of the most underrated restaurants in Edmonton. I often get asked what my favourite restaurant in the city is, and while I prefer to answer I have chefs I favour, over the restaurant itself, there is a special place in my heart (and my belly) for the Harvest Room. Also, Chef Serge Jost is a passionate Frenchman who brings an instant smile to my face every time I see him – he makes me want to dine at the Fairmont Hotel MacDonald. My first visit was just a year ago when I took The Spaniard there for his birthday. The meal was so memorable that I wanted to make it a tradition. The Harvest Room is not on the top ten hipster list in Edmonton; there is no bearded bartender mixing herbs with bitters at the bar and there is no app to tell you when your table is available. Instead, it is a place where I am escorted to my table where my chair is …

Green & Gold Community Garden

I first heard about the Green & Gold Community Garden, a joint project of the University of Alberta’s School of Public Health and the Faculty of Agricultural, Life and Environmental Sciences, a few years ago. Their market is open from late June to Thanksgiving: Saturdays: 11:00am to 1:00pm Tuesday :  6:00pm to 7:00pm (September hours) All proceeds from the garden donations go to the Tubahumurize Association, in Rwanda, a not-for-profit organization that supports socially and economically marginalized women through counselling, vocational training, health education, and employment opportunities. I signed up for their weekly newsletter with produce updates, (the market is home to over 60 types of vegetables, herbs and flowers are grown at the garden, including many heirloom varieties), and yet, and for the past three seasons I have only made it out once during their volunteer-ran market hours on Tuesday evenings and Saturdays afternoons.  This past Saturday I skipped out on my regular farmer’s market visit, instead opting for a drive to the Green & Gold Community Garden at the U of A’s south campus. When …

Take me out to the ball game… and then up the CN Tower.

For the September long weekend the Spaniard and I flew to Toronto so that I could visit with my best buddy Jen, and well, so well he could see the centre of the universe. I think the Spaniard was expecting me to show him around Toronto, but even though I have been there multiple times, I have never been in charge of what is going on. I’ve always had friends to chill, explore, or just hang with. I picked up a Toronto travel guide from the library for some walking tour tips, and thankfully Jen took charge and sorted out a few restaurants for us to try in between our site seeing. To make The Spaniard feel right at home, we had drinks and pinxtos at Bar Raval, a newer Spanish restaurant on College st. Toronto is a great walking city and we managed to work up an appetite as we pounded the pavement from the lake front to downtown. At the Jack Layton Ferry Terminal I was excited to jump on a bicycle built for …