You know they say that if you so much as enter a Tim Horton's you start to turn Canadian eh? It's probably an urban myth though. I did it several times while I was in Toronto last year, and there's nothing Canadian aboot me yet.
I stopped at the Lake Street one on Saturday. I ordered an iced coffee and an apple fritter. When she gave me the price it was clearly too low, so I repeated "...and an apple fritter..." She said, "Oh, I got the apple fritter. We're cheap here!"
Originally shared by Jonathan Tweet Tonight, my "Lethal Damage" 13th Age campaign draws to a close. Meanwhile, the guys are work have talked me into running a couple D&D sessions for them. That was the day 13th Age was announced, and they're happy to play 13th Age instead. That will be my "Great Center" campaign, based in the imperial capital of Axis, the center of the world. It's my opportunity to explore the setting from yet another perspective.
Pre-gen from Frank Mentzer's module, The Needle , 1987. I knew this was insulting and gross when I was 14. At the time I didn't know who Frank was, since I only played AD&D. I found this module again when I was going through a box of old stuff and was surprised he wrote it, because I thought it was a pretty shitty adventure.
From Voyageurs National Park on FB: Called “Catamaran” by locals, Bert Upton is among the strangest of historical characters on area waters. He lived in a hut built over a dug-out at Squirrel Narrows. Found frozen to death in the 1930s by Kettle Falls pioneer Oliver Knox; Upton was perched lifeless in the snow just a half-mile from his home. Shunning civilization, Upton defined the word hermit. First spotted rowing his crude log raft on Namakan, no one knows how he got there. Upton’s accent implied an English heritage but any personal inquiries brought a stony silence. Some suspected him a man fleeing the law; others saw a bizarre outcast; everyone knew he was peculiar. Just five feet tall and wildly unkempt, Catamaran wore hacked-off pants and walked barefoot with a stick. Winter demanded shoes but no socks, a cast-off Mackinaw, and a trailing cap made from the leg of old underwear. He was oddly religious, and suspicious of being poisoned. Surviving on snared rabbits and fish, he ofte...
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ReplyDeleteYou know they say that if you so much as enter a Tim Horton's you start to turn Canadian eh? It's probably an urban myth though. I did it several times while I was in Toronto last year, and there's nothing Canadian aboot me yet.
ReplyDeleteIf I go there will they give me socialized medicine?
ReplyDeleteCasey G. Yep, plus all the prescription drugs you can handle (there's a whole list of them behind the counter).
ReplyDeleteA word of warning: Tim Hortons totally sucks.
ReplyDeleteI will determine that after a thorough scouring of my digestive tract by some poutine.
ReplyDeleteRamanan S But incredibly cheap, at least compared to the UK, where the cheapest bog standard coffee is 99p.
ReplyDeleteI stopped at the Lake Street one on Saturday. I ordered an iced coffee and an apple fritter. When she gave me the price it was clearly too low, so I repeated "...and an apple fritter..." She said, "Oh, I got the apple fritter. We're cheap here!"
ReplyDeletePretty good, eh?
Larry Lade I had the same reaction the first time I ordered a coffee and a chocolate doughnut.
ReplyDeleteTry the sour cream glaze donuts. Sounds weird, tastes great
ReplyDeleteI am told that they are going to hop across the Atlantic soon.
ReplyDeleteTim Hortons doesn't sell poutine.
ReplyDeleteWell at least not in Canada :D