Jeffery a film producer from Los Angles was on the phone as I stood on a chilly sunny day outside Czehoski. While it was important to see how one could convince Tom Cruise to bring the production of Top Gun to Toronto it was not urgent. Paramount to me was to seek solace within Czehoski the Queen West, bar,and restaurant.
Entering Czehoski, it seemed I had been transported to the middle kingdom with a wave of a magic wand someone going abracadabra. No there were no provocatively clad women in lipstick red party dress’s. No smell of perfume. No mascara laden lashes. It was Sunday afternoon, it was Toronto, Hollywood North.
Robin the dragon tattooed bar manger the Merlin of elixirs, was busy setting up and displaying a portion of his full dragon tattoo to two dynamic-duo women at the bar. Michael Patrick the Toronto avant-garde fashion photographer was seated at the bar looking notoriously elusive while awaiting his infusion of alcohol to propel him into motion.
My father had taught me at an early age that sitting at a bar stool can be more productive then sitting at an office desk. It is where you’ll end up doing more business, just make sure it’s the right bar. Czehoski is such a place in Toronto and one never know’s what can happen or what to expect. As in my case it was two alluring women, which was wholly unxpected that led to an avalanche of conversation, laughter and discovery.
The ladies from advertising and interior design were in full recovery mode and as any decent person would do after any late Saturday night, start Sunday with a bottomless Bloody Mary’s. My new found friends had Advil, cigarettes, and other accouterments while progressing to wine and beer. After all who want’s to live forever.
In the kitchen the butter melted, while brown sugar caramelized, the milk thickened. There was no drag everything at Czehoski was profluent. Czehoski any given Sunday. Great drinks, food, music and people on both sides of the bar.