I walked out my door yesterday and found two Yellow Pages behemoths on my doorstep. Thankfully, someone came and stole one while I wasn’t looking. Perhaps one of my neighbours actually makes use of the Yellow Pages. I sure don’t. Who, in this day and age, makes their fingers do the walking through pounds of inky newsprint when you can find everything you need while afloat in the cloudlike ether of the Internet? I promptly put the Pages where it belongs—but not before discovering some truly stupid information inside, plus one very curious omission, which I’ll tell you about after the jump.

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For a time, when I was doing some work at Maclean’s from their offices at One Mount Pleasant Road (or OMP as it’s known to those inside), I would head out for a Harvey’s lunch at Bloor and Yonge. I did so partly for nostalgia: it brought me back to my earliest days as an office drone in the early ’90s, when I toiled away in downtown Montreal writing pension plan summaries under the draconian supervision of actuaries, ate regularly at Harvey’s and gained about 30 pounds. The kids in the YouTube video know my passion and may soon know my once-thickened midsection if they keep it up. It was also an act of national pride: I prefer to get my artery-clogging fast food fix from a Canadian institution. Then there’s the plain fact that nothing beats a Harvey’s burger loaded up with pickles and tomatoes. So today I shed a patriotic, Morgan Spurlockesque tear for my favourite burger: this afternoon, an excavator is slated to begin razing the Bloor-Yonge Harvey’s.

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