What started out as an errand run turned into an impromptu photowalk and an evening at the pub. That seems to be the theme of this past week: since returning from Quebec City late Monday, I went out on Tuesday (house party), Wednesday (Sicilian Sidewalk Cafe), Friday (Sicilian Sidewalk Cafe), Saturday (C’est What) and Sunday (The Artful Dodger). Hmmm…

The Artful Dodger’s a new place for me — I’ve walked by it plenty, noted the name, but have never been inside. It’s decked out in traditional British pub interior, with lots of nooks and crannies for punters looking for a tavern type of intimacy.

The pub was Steph’s idea, and I was the one who rallied the others for a game of pool. I hardly ever play, but the dark ale I ordered (the cider was downstairs) appeared to have helped my game tremendously because I sank most of the balls for my team. Go me! My game took a nosedive after that, though.

I pointed my camera around Dundas Square and up Yonge Street before I decided to meet the others at the pub:

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[getting ready for a scramble: www.thestar.com/article/470880]