So if you're looking for coffee, go to Tim Horton's. It's
a Beeg Ceety. To big for the Wee Green Irish People that
inhabit the back alleyways and lay down cryptic Celtic Runes
with pointy and wiry little tag tails.
One
day I'll go back, perhaps in my memories, as I recline on my
Lazyboy in a Retirement Village somewhere. I'll be living
in my "gated community", where all the walls are stucco, and
where automatic garage door-openers take the stress out of
motoring to the 7-11 for a pack of Cigarillos.
if
you took a gigantic hot waffle-iron and compressed the shit
out of New York City, sprayed it with Lysol and replaced "negro"
with "Queen Elizabeth", you'd have Toronto.
Take
it or leave it. It's a concrete swamp in an Anglo-Saxon
Shopping Mall.
TORONTO MISC | QUEEN ST 1 | QUEEN ST 2 | QUEEN ST 3 | QUEEN ST 4 | QUEEN ST 5 (QUEEN ST 6,7 & 8 are never going to be done. Thanks for asking.)