Actually, we didn’t try the poutine. Yeah, I am the lady who always tries the local foods but…
…it just looks regurgitated.
Oh, did I mention we just came back from a flash trip to Toronto? I mean, what would make sense with me about to start a new job is that that I would rest up and spend a few days getting my life in order, maybe organize some things around the apartment.
Nope, didn’t do that.
Instead we took a short flight to the most excellent city of Toronto for a not-at-all low budget trip, a trip in which we did not eat any poutine.
Instead, we ate scrumptious, juicy momo in Parkdale, and toothy udon in Little Tokyo.
It was really quite the sprint through the city.
We started our Sunday by going to a service at St. Andrew’s Presbyterian Church in Scarborough. The simplicity of the church (built in 1849) was matched by modesty of the service.
Here’s the church cemetery with a tiny house where the sexton used to live.
I am especially interested in local-style theater, but I didn’t have enough time to research what that means in Toronto, so I chose a theater company that seemed to have a niche aesthetic. Eldritch Theatre presents horror-themed plays using puppets and parlor magic. We dug their version of Kafka’s Metamorphosis, though I suspect that that HOB enjoyed the ice cream shop next to the theater best. (They had his favorite: salted caramel.)
We tried to walk through as many neighborhoods as possible and I’ll have a lot to say in a later post about the architecture and urban planning of Toronto. In the meantime, here’s an example of one of the charming split houses, where each owner decorates their half without any seeming regard to the appearance of the other side.
I adored Toronto’s old school diners.
Public bathroom access was decent: we used some at libraries and field houses, even a few porta johns in the park.
HOB and I have some health issues and we had to travel differently this time. We were able to cover a lot of ground, but made sure to take frequent breaks in Toronto’s many lush parks—perfect for picnicking. A couple of times we went back to our hotel so HOB could take a nap. Maybe that’s how most people travel anyway….(could not possibly have anything to do with our getting older.)
We also managed to visit three museums and two cultural centers. Sorry to disappoint, however, we did not patronize any of Toronto’s 1,457 cannabis shops.
And we stayed the hell away from the poutine,
How we got to Toronto: flight from Chicago
Where we slept: Town Inn Suites: Price: €180 for a double. Recommended: yes