Thirty years ago today
In
the evening I went to dinner at a place on Queen West called Squirrelly’s. The
place was nearly empty when I arrived. I was just getting ready to order when
an attractive woman came in and sat at the table next to mine. She had
bluish-green hair at the top of which was tied a white ceramic bone in the
style of Pebbles Flintstone. She knew the waiter by name and began to complain
to him right away that she had just been abused at the Squeeze Club and she
would never go there again. I inquired as to the nature of the abuse and we
began to chat.
We talked until
the waiter brought our meals and then he suggested, with a good sense of the
appropriate that we sit together. So I joined her at her table.
It turned out that
she was Nathalie of Nathalie’s Bakery and Café on Queen Street that had just moved
down from Davenport.
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