Confession: I was a card-carrying, drive-thru working, fry-salting employee of McDonald’s from 2005–2010. I worked for the fast-food restaurant all throughout high school, and always picked up shifts during the December holidays as a university student. I don’t think I ever officially quit—I still have my uniform and could probably call the manager tomorrow and ask for shifts. I haven’t forgotten how to do the job—trust me, no one can ever unlearn how to work at McDonald’s.
Myth: Low-fat or low-carb diets are the way to go: busted No. The body’s preferred energy sources are the unrefined carbs which can be found in fruits, vegetables, and grains. It’s the processed grains we want to avoid, like in pastas and pastries. A low-fat diet is discouraged, as many of the low-fat products on the shelves remove the fat and replace them with sugar.
s, there are labs, papers, and midterms to slog through before the end of the term. But take a break, because March 17 is one day you won’t want to miss out on. St. Patty’s, one of the most cherished university holidays, invites students to express their appreciation of beer and all things green.
He’s been in the food industry for decades: he owned his own restaurant, Willie’s Café, in London, Ont., for nine years, and has worked at some of the top restaurants in Europe and North America, including The French Laundry in Napa Valley, The Fat Duck in England, and Casa Bella in Kingston. I sat down with Van Dyk, who’s currently going on his third year as a culinary arts instructor, to talk about what it means to be a restaurant reviewer.
“A lot of the time when you’re in jail, you get selfish,” my dad said to me. “The selfish feeling is that you wish you could see your family. You miss them so much and you just want that comfort. In actuality, I had to think of your feelings too. I wasn’t worried about you missing me, or whatever else, but actually fearing for me. Had you guys come to Millhaven and seen that shit, it would’ve scared you. It would’ve kept you up at night. It was the smell—it all smelled like metal.”
My goal isn’t to control her or tell her what she can or cannot do, but I’ve told her how her flirting makes me feel and I’ve said outright that I would feel much better if she didn’t flirt so much and be so physical with others (tickling them, poking them, hugging them a bunch of times) when I’m in the room. I just wish she cared enough about me to stop.