Ah yes, Ben’s. I’d never been there, but I’d often pass it on my way to McGill.
Hooray! I did like Mother’s. It may have been a chain, but my memories of Mother’s are that it was far better than, say, the Boston Pizza chain. I’ll look forward to Mother’s expansion.
I didn’t really like Mother’s and here’s why.
In Sarnia, where I grew up, there’s a family-run pizzeria with the matriarch doing all of the cooking. If you want pizza on a Saturday night, you better order at least two hours in advance.
The pizza at this place was not your typically saucy, cheesy pizza; it was thin crust and had minimal sauce and cheese, but my God was it good. It’s hard to describe how minimalist pizza can be delicious, but it was. (Still is actually, and as far as I know the same granny is still making the pizzas.)
So, Mother’s was probably good, but not compared to this little family-run place. My mouth waters just thinking about their pizza.
Is Gabriel’s pizza a national chain, or just Ottawa? I suppose I could google it, but…well…
The Toronto kids at my school tend to poo poo the pizza selection around here. But then again, they’re all ivory tower elitists in my book, so what the hell do I care? 
Carp pizza antonio. Carp pizza.
The little, family-run places could be amazing. I well remember Bitondo’s in Toronto (Clinton Street, just south of College, if memory serves), where the pizza must have been four inches high with cheese and toppings before going in the oven, and where the panzerottos were deep-fried. I don’t know if it is still there, but it beat anything a chain could do.
Nearly an hour drive from my place. Pass. 
Mother’s Pizza!
I remember it well. The 2 locations in my area both seemed to be huge old houses, remodeled into restaurants; dimly lit, close-quartered, and all dark wood interior. I also remember quite well that pretty much every time I went there, as a young boy, I ate far too much, far too quickly, and ended up feeling sick and hoping to not vomit.
I wrote a poem about it around 6 years ago:
i was still i ate
when i was eight i was
still
my mothers son i
was at mothers i
was still my mothers son
at mothers restaurant when
i ate when i was
eight i ate at my mothers
side and was still inside
mothers when i ate too much
i was still i ate
too much pizza and i had
to lie still and lie
to my stomach when i ate
i wasnt full yet still
i ate and went still and
i had to lie and
lay down
i had to lay still
the law of nature laid down
the law beside me on the bench
on mothers bench inside
mothers restaurant the awful
feeling of my stomach
turning to my brain saying
i ate too much saying
too late ten minutes ago
i was full but i was still
eight and i still ate
too much pizza and now
i hate when i am still
i am still my mothers son
but mothers gone still
When you are in grade ten, don’t suggest going to Mother’s to your school mates without also reminding them to bring money to pay for their meal. Just saying.
Dr Doom, I don’t know exactly what to say, but I’ll remember your poem.
Hanging out with lawyers from all over Canada at the CBA in Saskatoon; just came from a back alley speakeasy, and waiting for the Sheepdogs to start.
We saw this on 10th Street NW yesterday to warn us of a hump on the road - Watch Out For My Hump!
Then we saw this further down the road. 
Drinking beer with the President of the Irish Bar and the Irish Law Society - good blokes!
Unquestionably the best graffiti I’ve ever seen! 
I should join the CBA. I was a member, but I let my membership lapse when I went independent. It sounds like I should rejoin.
Seven Things You Can’t Say In Canada. An interesting read - I think I need to look up why recycling doesn’t do anything effective.
Are these signs some kind of song lyric reference or something?
I am Canadian, I am a Margaret also, and I have yet to read an Atwood book that I don’t loathe.
/thread drift
Meh.
Sounds like some grumpy woman decided it was time to get bitchy and share her less-than-stellar opinions on some facets of Canadiana. Reeks of attention-seeking IMO.
Her views on the arts can be discounted out of hand, for lack of substance. Perhaps were she to give some kind of detail to flesh out the whys and wherefores of her analyses one could begin to evaluate their relative merits.
I like our recycling programs, or, at least, that we have them, admittedly knowing nothing of the ins and outs of their (in)effects, one way or the other.
I also, to a point, think some form of 2-tier health care is sensible, were it possible to implement it fairly.
David Suzuki is a TV personality. Why expend energy hating on him? At the end of the day, he’s an entertainer.
Daycare I literally have no opinion about, and so didn’t even scan the writer’s thoughts, limited as they were presented.
"Force for Good"? Laughably sensationalistic. What the hell does that even mean?
I’m a student member, and have yet to have been called to the bar.
Or the pub, speakeasy, etc. 