My manager got called to the bar this week (read: he is now officially a lawyer) at the Upper Canada Law Society. He said it was interesting seeing the reactions of the common people as he walked around in public in his barrister’s robes. Half of them looked at him like he was some crazy homeless person dressed as a pilgrim, and the other half properly recognized what the garb signified and cowered appropriately.
The ceremony was held in a space in Osgoode Hall that is usually occupied by a four-star restaurant. Pretty good veal panini – but what do you expect from a venue that has to deal with judges and lawyers? Possibly the best restaurant I’ve been to that requires its patrons to submit to a metal detector (at Osgoode’s front entrance).