Cardinal Rule has mastered French-fries, a benchmark of civilization. I’d eat them more often if they didn’t have that annoying habit of sticking to my thighs.
For a lot of you, one of the many brands of on-tap beer at Cardinal Rule will go with the fries, burgers and other wildly delicious sins on the menu. For me and some others it’s a couple of glasses of that bad ass Ontario, big bottle, screw cap wine. It’s been selected wisely, and cuts the heavily saturated oil quite nicely.
Cardinal Rule, the diner, stands as a bastion for comfort food on the east side of Roncesvalles. It’s the second building north from Queen’s end.
The “Cardinal Rule” is also a long known term. When I think about it, the implications of breaking it are nerve-wracking.
Thunder roars and lightening cracks, as Resa breaks the “Cardinal Rule”.
Who knows what the hell that rule is because it’s secret, but I’ve broken it and therefore I could be banished from Queen’s end, forever. Brutal! All I did was eat French-fries, drink Ontario wine and support a local business.
“What about the corporate food venues you have within crawling distance?” demands the inquisition.
Oh, oh, I’ve broken the “Corporate Cardinal Rule”. I envision Cardinals, Bishops and Deacons leading a procession of religious controversy through my mind’s-eye and into Cardinal Rule, the diner. They try to take over, but fall into the deep fryer with the MAKI N’ CHEESE.
Why are religious figures intimidating? I rail against its convention, yet I just happen to have a Cardinal’s outfit in my closet. I take it out and put it on my Judy. A faux pas, I know.
I took this awesome shot in my apartment. When N came home and saw this in the living room, his heart skipped. Why? he asked. Maybe for a blog on Cardinal Rule, I replied. He seemed perchance amused.
Completely opposite from the above image; unpretentious, inexpensive and satisfying are words that came to mind, as I settled on my stool at the bar one night, chowed down and read. Every so often I looked up to watch the pulling of Draft. It’s definitely a performance art as far as I can tell.
I envision the Cardinals, Bishops and Deacons coming out of the deep fryer. They don’t look very good, pale in comparison to the MAKI N”CHEESE. In my mind’s-eye’s hindsight, I realize a light batter would have made all the difference.