Yesterday, the rainy Saturday of TIFF 2012 – Johnny Depp was in town but we didn’t see him, even though the theater where the film he supporting – West of Memphis – is probably closest to our apartment – it’s part of Ryerson University.
We walked past another (probably not as huge crowd) trying to get a glimpse of Emma Watson at the same theater. We were on our way back from our first film of the Fest, with a red carpet, but on Saturday afternoon at 2:30 because it was the animated Hotel Transylvania.
An impressive line-up of the stars showed for it – but as I said to Mark as we walked away past screaming fans, “I think Adam Sandler’s a fucking genius (& apologies to the little kid I was behind when I said the F-word, but I’m pretty sure he didn’t hear) but I have zero desire to stand in line for his autograph”.
We cooked a hunk of salmon for dinner; we got it for $4.99/lb. at the close-by gourmet-ish grocery store. I made a glaze for it with butter and soy sauce and maple syrup, the latter 2 ingredients scrounged from the fridge here at our airbnb apartment – the soy sauce was in a little packet with the name of a sushi restaurant on it. Darned good $5 salmon.
This morning we got up and went for a walk to David A Balfour Park – and then back south to our apartment, past some of the priciest real estate in Toronto. We had fried little new potatoes, and eggs and bacon and toast, to fortify us for our 2nd TIFF movie, End of Watch
