When we first arrived in Toronto (pronounced Torono), I could already tell I was in love with the city. The weather was cool and windy, much like our home in Chicago, but there was something else, something special about what we were seeing. We saw the architecture of Europe, the graffiti of Miami, the ringing cable cars of San Francisco. We saw so much of what people love in their cities, it’s no surprise that Toronto might be one of the best places I’ve ever visited.
The first thing we did when we got to town was head over to the St. Lawrence Market, an open market full of food and vendors. We only bought a Bacon Peameal Sandwich (it’s a Canada thing) but we were captivated by the sprigs Tulips, the aroma of Buster’s Sea Cove, the noise of a bustling market on a Saturday, and the non stop tester pretzel dips. From the market, we checked in at our apartment, rode the subway, and then ended up in the coolest tatted up neighborhood I’ve ever seen. Every surface was covered in graffiti, stores were full of homemade goods, and poutine was everywhere. For dinner we had Japanese Kimchi Belgian fries and then finished with homemade churros filled with condensed milk. It was such a unique experience and we found that every neighborhood we visited while in Toronto, could’ve been a city on it’s own.