Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Gentrify This

In the Stone Age when we bought our crumbling houses Roncesvalles was cozily plebey with nary a douchie barbeque nor Thuet baguette to be had. But things change. Except Aris Place. The Strollertariat may go there for their ironic brunches, but this place belongs to that dying breed of Torontonian: The Old and Trashy White Guy. These Spongemonsters soak up beer and unabashedly order fries and gravy ’cause that’s what they ate when the Leafs were winning, eh?
     They are the forgotten souls who limped out of Mimico for greener pastures. But at least their heads aren’t up their arses.

Photo by Roy Schulze


  1. We all limped out of Mimico, didn't we.

    Come on Laurie, you know you love it!!

  2. This is one of my current bugaboos the way Roncey is going we'll soon have nothing but trendy restaurants, artisanal coffee shops, and over-priced doggie boutiques.

    1. Well sooner or later we can sell our million dollar shacks and go be obnoxious Out East.


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