breakfast blogger

I recently spent a week in Toronto, visiting with family and friends belonging to my very special ladyfriend. In anticipation, I had done some serious research planning my free hours. I daydreamt of wandering and noshing my way through Chinatown, visiting Pacific Mall (the world’s largest Asian mall), checking out some farmer’s markets and generally eating the best of what Toronto has to offer.

The evening before we hit the 401 west, I made sure to charge my digi-cam batteries to their maximum and had also printed up a few sheets of notes loaded with names and addresses: Pomegranite, Mars, Kon Jug Yuen, Chinese Traditional Bun, La Fromagerie, Natural Beef Meat Shop, Dipamo’s Barbecue, Ethiopian spice Store, Roncesvalles Bakeri & Deli, etc.

I was fairly excited, or at least as excited as I could get about Toronto. I know, I know - but hey - I wasn’t going to Istanbul, or even New York City. Then, as I began to pack my favorite eating clothes (yes, I have favorite eating clothes - mostly dark shirts that can camouflage stains) I felt a strange rumbling in my stomach.

I was suddenly in so much pain I could not finish packing, and proceeded to spend almost my entire visit to Toronto doubled over in stomach cramps. Most of my eating consisted of Pepto-Bismol. Damnit!

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