BARSTOOL RANTS.

Sunday, May 30, 2010


Jon and I walked to Quebec when I went to visit him in Ottawa, and we stumbled upon the bar of our dreams !

We found a comb on the floor. Naturally, Jon made use of it.

I did too. But I think I made it look a little more salacious.

Would you use a comb you found a dive bar for a free beer?

Wednesday, May 26, 2010


I was thinking today I'd really like to have awesome style, but when it really comes down to it, I'd rather spend the money on getting drunk.

Monday, May 24, 2010


I find it really funny when people unfailingly judge others based on which high school they went to.

The whole high school rivalry thing is pretty much inevitable when you’re in it, especially in a small town like the one I grew up in. And I guess when I was 16 or 17 I tolerated a bit of pointless egg throwing or vandalism in the name of unwarranted hatred, but now that we’re well into our twenties, I think it’s safe to assume that our reasons for hating people will be for something actually reasonable. Like making out with my boyfriend, or breaking my friends heart, or having a fucking stupid haircut. All these things deserve a bit of loathing.

But if you are seriously maintaining that grudge based on where I went to school 5 years ago, I automatically assume you are a fucking child as well as an idiot.
I’ve long forgotten a lot about much of high school. Its not that I hated it or anything, it’s just not a very big part of my life anymore. I still have friends from there, and I’m really glad to have them, but I sort of left the trivial nemesis’ thing in the dusty relics of time somewhere in between graduation and four years of university. Call me crazy, but I haven’t put much energy into upholding feelings of hate for those who went to school on the other side of town when we were 16.

Take off that fucking football jacket and man up, you candy ass. If your seriously going to judge me right away, do it like a man and leave the superficial small town motives where they belong – in the small town. For the pre teens. Hate me, instead, because I have a stupid hair cut. PLEASE.

A critique of the bender.


Kait Fowlie, reporting from bed, wildly hung over and bleary eyed, can’t look down without feeling nauseous. I’m writing today to tell you my thoughts on the inevitable cycle that happens in every young woman’s life – the bender.

It doesn’t take much to nudge me, or many of my loved ones, into a 4 or 5 day drinking binge, in which the following generally takes place: The first drink might go down on a nice patio with friends and it feels fucking amazing. It is followed by a stress free afternoon which turns into hedonism by sundown, followed by a tumultuous slumber and subsequent greasy breakfast the next day with brunch cocktails, at which point the cycle commences, several times over. By about the third day I’m hallucinating and one drop of any of my bodily fluids could kill a puppy. The days of drinking after that are just for good measure, I guess.

Why do we do this to ourselves?

This phenomenon can be brought about by several causes. People embark on the path of intemperance for many good reasons. A recent completion of something (or a false sense of achievement), ending a chapter in life, sheer boredom, romantic turmoil, general sadness, lack of confidence, existential or ontological crisis.

When I’m not experiencing any, or all, of these, I drink to get out of my head.

I have this philosophy that we humans can attribute much of our general failure to a little something I call the “Squirrel Complex”. You know when you see squirrels dashing across telephone wires at critter lightspeed? Well, do you think they are all in their heads about it, planning out their route and worrying about whether or not they’ll be able to clear that next pole? No. Of course they don’t. They just do it without thinking. I truly believe that humans could travel this way too if it weren’t for our lack of trust in ourselves and our environment. If we could clear our minds and simply accept that we could scurry up trees and along fences, we could. If we could travel this way, we could live this way. I’m not going to be the first to try it, but someone should.

When we’re drunk, we are deliberate and assertive. There are few factors in the universe that could stop us from going through with a decision.
Now, regardless of if I am going to wake up behind a pizza pizza somewhere in the GTA with a stupid tattoo, I want to live my life making decisions with confidence. I’d rather do something stupid with passion than do something right with meekness and uncertainty !

If you ask me there are way too many foddering fools out there who weeble and wobble back and forth, questioning themselves forever, asking other people their advice, dicking around and wasting time. I say get on witcha weeblin, wobblin ass. Dr Phil doesn’t have all the answers, you idiot. Here’s my advice: Drink a few beers. When you feel really good, go on facebook and message all your ex boyfriends and potential lovers. Those who actually message you back sometime are worth your while. Sound good? Good. You heard it here first. You will definitely thank me later. You can also do job interviews this way, and write essays. If they can’t handle you at your worst, they certainly don’t deserve you at your best.

In closing, there’s nothing wrong with a little alcoholism before noon on a weekday here and there, but when I start pouring vodka into my Rice Krispies in the morning, that’s when I tell myself “Kait, you better also take a multivitamin with that”. I believe in a holistic approach to life. Sometimes I’ll floss, or vacuum my bedroom. One good habit cancels out the bad. And we all make bad decisions from time to time. It’s how you handle it the next day that really speaks volumes about your character. Are you going to wake up in a strange bed and try to play it off like you have to rush downtown for a dentist appointment, or are you going to be a fucking man about it and stick around for breakfast? Meet the parents? It all comes down to what kind of legacy you want to leave on this earth, I say. And when it comes to drinking, I’d say I have the makings of a legend of snack size proportions.

Stay alert, stay safe reader!

Sunday, May 23, 2010



Just the man of my dreams here. (HA !)

"Everything is so boring right now that you'd have to be brain dead to not want to do something interesting. I like that"

-James Murphy

"I can't even drive a car. I don't have a driver's license. I have a rented apartment in New York. That's it. When I travel, I have almost all of my possessions with me. That's how little I own."

- My top knotch honey Lady Gaga

ABSOLUT & Spike Lee Come Out With “ABSOLUT Brooklyn” Vodka


ABSOLUT & Spike Lee Come Out With “ABSOLUT Brooklyn” Vodka

Friday, May 21, 2010

a pointless note on octopus's.


Last night a friend of mine told me that there was this octopus who was under some sort of observation, so it was in a tank being filmed all the time. It got up and left its tank in the middle of the night to get into an adjacent tank and eat the crustaceans in it. It would walk across the floor, jump into the other tank, then return to its own tank and in the morning try and play it off like nothing happened. Octopus’s are supposed to be really smart, the smartest of all invertebrates. The thought of an octopus walking across the floor in the dead of night strikes me as pretty fucking terrifying.

My friend also told me they can make things like hammers and tools with surrounding resources and use them with their tentacles to get what they need. I don’t really know what an octopus would need a hammer for (sort of as much as a fish needs a bicycle, one would think). Ha !

Thursday, May 20, 2010

yeah I'm a server and I'm bitter, ok ?


Many lament that restaurant experiences in the city are often ruined by subpar service, an element of dining that often overshadows food. Servers aren’t invested, aren’t passionate, and don’t know the origins of their ingredients. What’s more, servers don’t hold a position of value in our local sphere. If social problems in Toronto such as insufficient food banks, lack of access to ethically slaughtered meat, even obesity, are attributed to inadequate social policy, then bad food service is no exception.

Food in Toronto is serious business, representing so much more than simply our daily sustenance. It reflects a culture that is enormously diverse and capable when it comes to food. Yet perhaps more than the tasty morsels we fork over our hard earned cash for, service is a dominating aspect of any restaurant experience, and one that is under considerable scrutiny in the city of Toronto. Take, for example, such restaurants that came to define Toronto as an influential city in the 80’s and 90’s – The Organ Grinder, the Old Spaghetti Factory. Chances are, if you had / have eaten at either of these embellished establishments, you don’t remember much about the food. You will, however, remember the atmosphere – which can be largely attributed to the food service workers who facilitate the magic. If service is such a valued part of the Toronto eating experience, then why isn’t it more respected?

According to Peter Maynard (Toronto writer and foodie) and Kate Carraway (Eye Weekly columnist and foodie), an impediment to the possibility of creating a food culture in Toronto that is up to par with that of European standards is that we belittle service jobs. In Europe, service sector work is regulated and dignified in a way that it simply isn’t in Toronto. The European restaurant model is built on tradition; restaurants are passed down from generation to generation to cultivate a lasting clientele and a reputable name. Even Montreal sees this type of history in restaurants that have stuck around for ages - unlike the increasing brevity of Toronto establishments. Carraway and Maynard note the interesting fact that countries with the most secure sense of class systems are the ones where professional service workers have less anxiety than in a status obsessed city like Toronto. European servers are considered experts, and in Toronto, they seem to be little more than servants. In this city what determines the success of many restaurants is fad and real estate, rather than the age old traditions that cultivate an enduring clientele.

To be cliché about things, Toronto is a cold city. We usually don’t like to admit it, but we treat strangers with scepticism. There’s nothing wrong with the Toronto attitude, perse, it just means that we can’t simply expect Torontonian servers to jump into their work uniforms and be the friendly neighbourhood waitresses who will eagerly wait on your every beckoning call. Furthermore, in a world that is increasingly dominated by the business model of the fast food industry, (in and outside of food service), efficiency, predictability, calculability and control (known as the “McDonaldization of society”) rule the day. The “McWorld” we live in is becoming less and less personal and more and more dependent on technology to perform menial tasks. This is why we hold so close to our hearts the (quickly dissipating) ideal of the genuinely sweet, gracious and ever giving server. The architecture of our dining fantasies comes crashing down when this ideal is compromised – but if we really want good service, it’s time for us to get real.

Servers will never take pride in their work if they continue to operate within a space that doesn’t afford them dignity, or a general criterion for satisfactoriness. We have no public standard for good service. Or rather, the current standard seems to be based on entirely personal factors, which only creates an ambiguity that is only natural in a city full of varying cultures and social notions. How bad is bad? And how good is good? Everyone’s perception of good service and professionalism is bound to differ. Is it wrong to bring the bill before someone asks for it? Is it wrong to comply with a patrons wish to ask a couple to move if the other patron wants to sit at their table? These are all questions that have no objective answer, but they should. We need to shift the standard to an objective, public model in order to create a lasting social infrastructure of good service.

The characteristics of a good server - an extensive wine or beer knowledge, ability to pair wines with foods, and educated opinion of food items, are all considerable undertakings, and those who master them should be afforded the dignity they deserve. The waiters at Kit Kat (King and John) are well equipped with these assets, and take their job seriously. And it shows – business at Kit Kat is booming, and has been since its inception 15 years ago. But we can’t count on personal investment as a business standard. It’s no surprise that we do, however. Somewhere in between hunting and gathering, and the days of the drive thru, almost every aspect of the dining experience has become entirely personal. As we become increasingly isolated as a society, (a result of heightened and pervasive technology among other aspect of this modern life) we move further and further away from a holistic, public framework we can all dine by!

What we can and should do is provide a space where servers can become capable of these valuable qualities. In order to facilitate the knowledge of menu ingredients and their origins, open communication must exist between the kitchen and the server. Speaking from personal experience, language barriers between the two zones have made in depth conversation impossible, if workers who operate the kitchens aren’t already uninformed of how pre made food is put together when it is delivered. Many line cooks simply assemble the prepared food and don’t receive any background information whatsoever. Servers would be hard pressed to find out information about the food they are serving. They shouldn’t have to make endless phone calls or appointments with head offices in order to find out what kind of cheeses are involved in the sausage penne casserole.

Antagonizing servers is also a commonplace practise of the media. One of the few industries in which scrutiny is deemed completely acceptable, even encouraged, entire careers are made judging servers. Restaurant reviewers, bloggers, movies often portray servers in a less than flattering light. All these factors shape public attitude toward servers. It’s time that we stop criticizing the individual server and shift the discussion to one of a larger social picture. Restaurants are a barometer for how a city perceives itself, and service is an enormously important element of the restaurant. It’s time we take pride in our servers, so they can take pride in their work. Not only is it a matter of improving culture in Toronto – bringing us closer to the cities we are constantly compared to, but it’s also a matter of human rights. Equal treatment across professional sectors will ensure the framework for a better food experience, for the both server and the patron.