We paid a visit to Toronto this weekend. The capital city of Canada. (Only joking). It’s a three hour journey by coach from Kingston. We took the Megabus as it’s a cheap and convenient option. Every time I hear mention of this bus service though I think of those terrible Z movies such as ‘Sharknado’ etc. ‘Megabus vs. Giant Octobus might actually draw them in to the movie theatres. Point of note here though, In Ireland people don’t call movies ‘movies’, they’re called films [pron. Fillums]. We also call the previews, ‘trailers’. Go figure.
Toronto is such a lively city. There’s so much diversity of life, it pulsates. It feels and looks like New York to me. We stayed within Chinatown which is close to Koreatown. I often wondered why there’s no Irishtowns in major cities, and yet there is a place named as such in Dublin city. Incidentally, the region where the Irish first settled in Toronto is called ‘Cabbagetown’. I presume they called it Cabbagetown because Irish people have cabbage sized and shaped heads. (Again only joking).
We drank at a number of bars around Queen Street, the best of which was The Cameron House. It was a venue hard to describe, it’s a dive bar/country/Mexican/live music venue. I loved it.
Two days in Toronto and I must have eaten four hot dogs. The first I tried had 2 fried eggs thrown into the bun for good measure. Chest felt a little tight after that one.
We met so many Irish it was ridiculous. We met them in the bars, restaurants and in the shops. They’re everywhere, like after you spill from a box of Rice Krispies. It was nice to hear those many, and familiar accents again though.
There’s a lot of Crazies on the streets of Toronto. I suppose you would expect this of very large cities. I had to tell one fella to ‘Get Lost’ when we were enjoying some pints al fresco outside the Cameron, but he was too messed up to understand what I meant. We also saw a twenty stone plus man emerge from the underground near Kensington (which is a great area by the way) with his trousers ripped up to his belly exposing his saggy gut and meat and two veg. This nearly put me off my third hotdog.
The Canadian Exhibition was fantastic. In the food halls you could purchase burgers held between two donuts, and fried minced beef in ice cream cones. Less said about that the better. It was great to see the Blue Jays play as well. The atmosphere within the stadium is just a helluva lot of fun. By the way I have caught Canadians finish their sentences with funny little exclamations several times now. I’ve caught the classic ‘eh’ and a few ‘oh boys’, and on an occasion I’ve heard ‘right on’ too.
The End. Eh!