When I last lived in Toronto, it was in an apartment above a restaurant a block from the Gypsy. I was 19 and my roommate was a busboy there. I washed dishes and bussed a couple nights myself. One night when my roomie had just started his job there, there was a big cast party for some movie that sounded dumb and later turned out to be wildly successful I guess, "Mean Girls". My roommate came home especially late that night, carry a giant white burlap sack full of peanuts over his shoulder, Santa Claus-style. He tells me I won't believe it, there was this party with Lindsey Lohan and Tina Fey, and they gave away all kinds of crazy door-prizes like spa days and trips to places, and the bum prize at the end of the night was a sack of peanuts - still in shells, some kind of cast inside joke. At the end of the night, he's the last guy bussing tables and whoever won the sack has ditched it in the Gypsy, so the manager says, "Hey Dave, you want this sack of nuts?" so Dave brings it on home. We ate peanuts for a couple days. We had an old dresser in our kitchen, acting as a microwave stand, and secretly Dave decide to fill one of the drawers with peanuts. I find out a couple days later and I was too lazy to do anything about it. We had a lot of mic that year and got to be good at killing them. The peanut drawer lasted months, I tell you. Thanks, Gypsy Co-op.