Could this be the week the city actually rolls back the last 16 months of minority rule and returns to the broad Toronto  consensus of the last 40 years?

Digging in his heels, hunkering down, entrenching his position – call it what you want, as council headed into a special session aimed at overturning his transit plans Wednesday (February 8), Rob Ford gave every indication he’s not backing down.

Nothing delivers a sexier bang for your wallet than buck-a-shuck oysters. Problem is, because of the rapidly depleting supply of seafood, few restos can afford to offer them any more.

There can be poetry in stillness. More effectively than any other narrative medium, film allows us to watch a story unfold – to truly examine it, from every angle and in incredible intimacy – before our eyes.

Ah, the mystery of attraction. Ever wonder what she sees in him? Or what he sees in him?

Lynne Ramsay’s latest expressionistic tone poem examines a Columbine-style tragedy from a new perspective. Tilda Swinton plays the suffering mother of a teen killer. Adapting Lionel Shriver’s bestselling novel, the director vividly captures her nervous breakdown through a non-linear narrative as she struggles with memories of her son and the repercussions of his actions.

It was barely a season ago that UK goth-pop band Veronica Falls swung through Toronto as support for the Drums. But seeing as their on-the-rise debut album, Veronica Falls (Slumberland), had been out for a mere month back in October, it’s no wonder they’re returning so soon.

The Real Jerk isn’t the only local resto with a condo in its future.

Other than big-ticket oysters, is there any nosh more erotic than mussels? From pulling the steaming flesh from the shell to soaking up every last drop of addictive liquor, sharing a bowl brimming with bivalves is a true labour of love.