In August of 2017, I found myself headed to Toronto for work meetings. I had always wanted to visit, and it was the perfect opportunity. I headed up a day and a half early to give myself some extra time to check out the city, and I fell in love. Toronto is an amazing city, and if it weren’t so damn expensive (and cold…) I could see us living there.
I landed about 8 am on a Sunday and lucked out with an early check in. I got my bearings and found the closest Tim Horton’s for breakfast. I wanted the most authentic experience of course. After the proper dose of caffiene, I headed out on the TTC, Toronto’s version of the subway. Normally, I’m not a huge fan of overly touristy destinations. I made an exception for the CN Tower. I figured it would provide a great view of the city and that it would be a great place to start. I made the right decision. The view was absolutely stunning.
After that, I found myself in a local pub for a beer and a bit of a Jays game. I did a little bit of research on where to grab lunch. I found a local brewpub a few blocks away that looked interesting and had an upstairs beer garden. If that doesn’t call my name, I don’t know what does. I paid my tab, bought my self a Blue Jays hat to blend in and headed towards Mascot.
I actually spent the entire afternoon there. I sampled all of their seasonal beers and had some pretty good food. The company was the best part. I ended up striking up conversation with the locals and other folks at the bar. All in all, a great afternoon. The sun was starting to set and it was time to head back to the hotel. The transit system in Toronto was super user friendly and I had no issues the entire time I was there.
Day two brought me to Tim Horton’s for breakfast again (are we seeing a trend?) and I had a few work things to take care of. I walked down to our Toronto office to make sure everything was ready for our meetings the next day. I had also arranged a happy hour and dinner for our group so I had to scope out the locations in person and make sure I knew where everything was for that night.
By that point, it was lunch time. Poutine was on my “must do” list, and I looked up where to find some within walking distance. The place I found was quite a few blocks away, but I figured with that much cheese and gravy, it was worth the walk. You guys… if Toronto alone wasn’t enough to make me want to move, the poutine itself would have made me want to move. It’s. SO. GOOD. I met up with my boss that afternoon for a catch up, and the happy hour and dinner with our crew.
We had all day meetings the following day, and a Blue Jays game that night. We had to stay through the 7th inning stretch. My boss had a birthday right before our trip, and…I might have…maybe…bought him a birthday message on the jumbotron. Little did I know, someone would actually come over and get our whole section to sing to him too. I’m fortunate to still be employed. I kid I kid…
Day four was more meetings and more walking around the city. Once we wrapped with work stuff for the day, I made my way over to “The Village” or the intersection of Church and Wellesley streets aka the Gayborhood. I had to go see my family neighbors from the north. After another lap around the area, I was exhausted and ready to just head back to catch my ride to the airport. I have to mention I had Tim Horton’s one more time before leaving. All in all, an entirely amazing trip. I can’t wait to go back.