Edo, say it ain't so!!

If you haven't heard yet, you will soon. Regrettably, Edo Sushi, the best sushi place in town with their succulant spicy ebi maki starting at only $2.99, has burned down. It was a quite the scene that spring morning when I walked down Baldwin street, as I always do, on my way to the Papaya Tree, only to find Baldwin closed down where it meets Spadina. The girl at Planet Aid had to break the news to me. I could hardly believe it, especially considering just the night before Andrew Nelson and I had been munching on their raw fishy delicacies.

It is interesting to note that throughout our last meal there, there was this high pitched buzzing that no one could figure out. Was the fire already beginning at that point? Were we eating maki while the textile place next door was ablaze?? Furthermore, since they were putting up the chairs and closing the restaurant as we were leaving, we can (with a disturbing mixture of pride and nausea) claim that we were the LAST PEOPLE TO EVER EAT THERE!

Does sushi have a future? Definately. In the meantime I have to occupy my tastebuds with the likes of JunJun, Tokyo Sushi, and (the old standard who doesn't REALLY need our business) New Gen. None of these will ever replace Edo. It will forever remain in our hearts as a fantastic place to go when you're high and get like 30 pieces of sushi for under $30 after tax + tip. But much like New Gen, Edo will rise from the ashes and be reincarnated with their insurance money to be better than before! I predict not only a new Edo Sushi, but an Edo Korean Grill down the street!

Photos: The White Store

Jerry Jacobs Day

Good Morning! This is the POLICE!!!

Friday, June 1st, 2007; 7:00am
Borden House and her guests are awoken by the loud and unmistakeable knocking of the police. The Michiganians who were crashing in the front room answered the door and let the two officers in, as resident Andrew Nelson, hears a walkie-talkie pass his window.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..."

The officers make their way through the house, pressing toward the attic: "Who lives on the third floor of this house?!?! IS IT JERRY JACOBS!?! Are YOU Jerry Jacobs??!"

Uncertain who exactly the fuck Jerry Jacobs is, Reever and C-Wok are woken up, while they make their way upstairs into the dark attic where Merideth Denning lie unsuspecting.

BAM!! Flash light in the face! "Are you alone up here?! Where is Jerry Jacobs??"

All Ms. Denning could see was a flashlight in her face and a large man in her room. Meanwhile downstairs in Mr. Nelson's room "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..."

When it was at last established that we had NO idea who Jerry Jacobs was, we discovered that the police had been called in for a suicide. I don't know where this call came from, but I suspect prankery (I mean honestly: Jerry Jacobs, it sounds like a really lame super hero name). BUT, on the off chance that there really is a Jerry Jacobs out there, maybe down the street from us, and the officers who scared the crap out of us were unable to stop him from ending it all, we at Borden House are declaring June 1st to be national Jerry Jacobs day! (Check your local municipality to see if it counts as a long weekend).

So Happy Jerry Jacobs Day!!


[Editors note: The residents of Borden House are law abiding citizens and have no reason to fear the law -- and if you tell anybody about this I'll bury you in the garden with the last person that crossed me.]