The Big Smoke.
I just spent the weekend in Toronto. While most of my time was taken up with eating Rodney's Oyster Bar out of house and home and drinking wine spritzers at a rate that would make me an excellent understudy for Jack Lemmon in The Days of Wine and Roses, I also did other things that exercised my brain as well as my liver. We hit galleries and restaurants, and I came to the realization that Toronto isn't ALL bad. It may be the poor man's NYC, but I defy you to find a better hollandaise sauce than that of Over Easy, which is pretty much our living room whenever we visit. Plus the view of the ravine off Mount Pleasant is very pretty. And handsome waiters abound.
I drove home yesterday in my now-incredibly-inappropriately-nicknamed car and plowed through part of one of my favourite Toronto-centric series, Scott Pilgrim by Brian Lee O'Malley. These wicked comic books are a tribute to manga and the Toronto scene and are full of fun visual references to various spots all over the city, from Honest Ed's to Toronto Ref. Anyone who's spent time in the city will love these books, and anyone who hasn't will still appreciate the ubiquitous CanPop tidbits and smart yet silly writing. Scott Pilgrim, who is named after a song by Plumtree, who no one will remember except me and Heather, is a feckless musician dude who has to fight his hott new lady friend's seven evil ex-boyfriends in order to win her heart. This premise is shockingly entertaining, I promise.
And while we're on the whole Toronto thing, my favourite poem about the city is "A Night in the Royal Ontario Museum" by Margaret Atwood. It's the third poem in this pdf version of her Selected Poems and it reminds me of the unsettling feeling of going to the ROM when I was a kid and pretty much having a panic attack in the bat cave. Enjoy.