early spring drinks at swirl

i don’t care if it snows next week, i’m calling it: spring is here. it’s been unusually warm since the end of february, and i don’t consider that a fluke. a freak snowstorm at this point would be just that to me. i would call that the blip, not this. it’s been so warm in toronto all week that you don’t need a jacket in the evenings. and i needed to take a minute to slow down and absorb that for a while. i chose to do so over after-work drinks at swirl wine bar on queen, two stories up, sitting beside windows flung open to the street below, with sparkling rosΓ©, marinated soft goat cheese, pickled quail eggs, spiced nuts and fresh bread. it’s more than just the weather. i’m ready for beautiful things.