I'm walking down Queen Street and I get rather lazy..not sure if I want to haul ass all the way to Queen West. I see a wonderful little Jazz bar that seems to be half full of decent people minding their own business.
I poke my head in..not too many people stare back at my curiosity. It's a comfortable reaction. So my body follows my head in and I seat myself down, order a glass of wine (or beer) and get myself a predictable portobello burger. Everything is averagely good and the music is a bonus.
Nice, friendly, what more could you want for a day when you weren't expecting anything?