10 Reasons I Like Toronto, and Why I'll Still Never Move There: I

Here, you may observe my mother, my niece, and me, coercing my father into a "food experience." We are sitting in a rustic little cafe in Kensington Market in Toronto. After embarking on a search for lunch, and having an unsuccessful first 30 seconds, I began to sense my father's growing impatience. As we rounded a corner, my heart (and stomach) gave a great leap and I took my mother's hand, making a beeline for the cafe with the giant wooden sign reading "The Grilled Cheese."

I had heard of this place, a cafe that only serves grilled cheese. A glance at the menu posted outside confirmed it. Ten different kinds of grilled cheese sandwiches, and a daily soup (today they offered potato-leek soup ... I nearly swooned).

A cafe that only sells grilled cheese sandwiches. How brilliant! How novel! How perfectly sensible!

This is reason #1 why I like Toronto.

But I'll still never move there, because having to obtain a visa just to move two hours away from your previous residence reeks of folly.





You can read my brilliant niece Sadye's account of the trip on her blog, Tales from Sagaboor.