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Sarah Lazarovic—curator of the garage-based Montrose Portrait Gallery of Canada—is painting a portrait of a Torontonian every day. Each Monday, we'll feature one of those portraits here.

This week we'd like to congratulate the -ist network's Mother Hen, Gothamist's Jen Chung, who found herself a recipient of Wired Magazine's Wired Rave Award. If that doesn't sound terribly exciting, keep in mind another recipient was J.K. Rowling. Yep, that's right, the -ist network and Harry Potter now have something in common. Go us.

Downtown corners are speckled with hot dog vendors selling wieners to hungry pedestrians. There are no salad bar carts, no roti carts, no souvlaki carts, and no Chinese bun carts. Food vendors on the street sell hot diggity dogs due to Toronto's strict public health bylaws:

Food preparation must be limited to the reheating of precooked meat products in the form of wieners or similar sausage products to be served on a bun. Hazardous raw meats (hamburger patties, steaks, shish kabobs, farmers sausage and chicken) must not be cooked on the cart.

As for street eats, it’s wieners or nothing. Health-conscious and multiethnic food lovers must go elsewhere. There are also stipulations for the vending cart itself, which include policies on umbrellas and condiment protection. The street food vending bylaws differ from the regulations for preparing food inside of a vehicle. Kitchens on wheels such as Chinese food trucks on the U of T campus and ice cream trucks are permitted to sell their food since cooking, pouring, dicing, and slicing in a vehicle is acceptable.

Austinist gets arty with an interactive guide to SXSW, loved some local art galleries and a new art exhibit and lamented the possible loss of "Friday Night Lights" production to New Mexico.

Torontoist was recently alerted by one of our readers, Val A., about a new advertising campaign that a good many Torontonians are going to get to see on a daily basis.

You may have already heard about the stellar line-up of bands going on for this year's Wintercity, but there's much more to this festival than an eclectic mix of tunes.

Tonight, the Toronto Public Space Committee presents the fifth of six films screening at the Bloor Cinema as part of its ongoing Streets to Screens fundraising film series (which also includes monthly screenings of public space-themed NFB shorts at the Toronto Free Gallery).

Torontoist searched the blogosphere and figured out that people were in love with Nuit Blanche. "This is kind of like Halloween for Adults," Under Sky Blue Sea overheard. We think it might be because he, like so many others, was walking around in the fog installation over by Philosopher's Walk.

Toronto's Film Festival is notorious for being "the people's festival," where the general public can interact with actors and directors over their work, with celebrity taking only a secondary interest behind the art. Torontonians are likely to point and whisper when we see a famous face breezing through Holt's instead of running-up for autographs. My favourite example of this was waiting for the light to change at Bloor and Bay when I overheard, "Hey, that's Dustin Hoffman. Do you wanna get a hot dog?"

Frank'z Finest Hot Dog Palace (335A Yonge St.) opened up back in May to lackluster reviews. Most reviewers found the hot dogs to be of no higher quality than the average cart vendor's, and similar quality complaints were made about the chili, french fries, and hot dog buns. Worst, the prices were higher than a vendor's, so on top of the mediocre quality.

Torontoist immediately wins our heart by using the word "Jackass" in a headline. In fact, we love their use of it so much that we're going to use it as much as possible throughout this post. For example, it looks like there are Toronto-area jackasses besides those who misuse the sidewalk: look at the crap on sale on Toronto's craigslist. But it looks like Toronto doesn't contain the kind of jackasses who pee in public pools, as the issue never came up when they interviewed the creators of art installations in their public wading pools.

Theatre people often get a bum deal. Humiliating auditions, selling the car for acting classes or singing lessons or to fund a play, producing blood, sweat and tear-filled work and for what? To end up emotionally drained, penniless and with nothing but a collection of tap shoes and wigs to keep them warm at night? So is life on the stage. And, damn it, they deserve recognition for it.

Pulse24 is reporting that a pair of east end dogs have succumbed to poison. Torontoist wonders whether this is an isolated incident or a continuation of the poisoned hot dog epidemic from a couple of years ago. It seems a little unlikely considering the owner points out that his backyard is completely fenced off but it doesn't mean that the dogs couldn't have eaten something on a walk.

The Eyeopener The Ryersonian broke the story that Ernie the Hot Dog Vendor is calling it quits. The moustachioed sausage slinger has been a fixture at Ryerson for over 25 years and won the hearts and stomachs of many hungry students through initiatives like a bursary day that has helped out dozens of students.

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