For me Jalapeno was one of those places you keep riding past on the streetcar, vaguely wondering what it's like. After a few years of that (I'm all about the quick turnaround time), I decided to go check it out. Two words: Yumm. O.

Read my full review of Jalapeno in the restaurants section.

Trying on a new bra can be like trying on new shoes, in reverse: you realize how stretched out and broken your old ones are, but it's not in a good way.

Most women wear the wrong bra size. There are dozens of sizes, several of the stores in this list go up to 52JJ, yet everyone thinks they're a 34B. Which is fine, since it's not like it's something you wear everyday... oh, wait a second.

I love taking things apart. Seeing how they work. It's like pulling the articulated arms and legs off your action figures and learning about compression coils and ball-joints.

Having less (though not no) action figures now, I have to find other outlets for this simple pleasure.

Like walking past construction sites and having "a-ha!" moments when I catch a glimpse of the white noise infrastructure of my city, disassembled. Infrastructure like fire hydrants.

Alright Toronto, what is up with your lattes lately? There has been a plummet in quality in the last few I've had. I'm not even setting the bar terribly high. I'm just looking for it to be warm, and for the milk to be nicely steamed. Tiny bubbles.

But there's a style of latte emerging in Toronto that I am not loving. It's not even a latte. It's best described as a warm(ish) milky(ish) coffee. These "lattes" (oh yeah, I'm whipping out the scare quotes) were so thin, that serving them with a spoon was an insult. "I defy you to try and use this."

North of the city lies a delightful Malaysian restaurant that scores top marks on tasty food, comfortable atmosphere, and excellent teh tarik (one of the best hot drinks around).

Read our review of Restoran Malaysia in the restaurants section.

I'll admit it, these chilly mornings have me thinking about where I put my "layers". Anything thickly woven that was once attached to a sheep.

Our teeny tiny summer is officially over, and as hard we try to avoid eye-contact, we can all feel Fall sitting there, staring at us. And the best defence is a good... hot beverage. Nothing says "I'm not scared of you, cold!" like an unbelievably creamy warm drink (though usually when I'm backtalking the cold, it's less PG-rated).

This year I'm mixing it up with my autumnal beverages, looking for some of Toronto's more differenter options -- beyond lattes.