Catching Up: Part 2…. Oh Canada!

Being the wonderful person that he is, the BF made all the arrangements for the trip to make it as easy as possible on me. So he booked us a trip on the Fast Ferry leaving port 8am Saturday morning. The ship itself was impressive, it had 2 decks, an observation deck, 2 movie theatres, a little Duty Free shop, and a car hold for those people who didn’t want to use public transit when they got to Toronto. The trip wasn’t bad. We slept most of the two and a half hours it took to get there. Once we docked in the Port of Toronto, we slid through customs and into a cab on our way to the Delta Chelsea.

We love Toronto! There is so much to do and see in the city. The best part about a city like Toronto is that you find the best things when you’re not looking. By the way, I say this because soon after we got into the city the BF and I walked from, what seemed like, one end of the city to another to have the worst brunch we have ever eaten. It was a dirty little hole in the wall in the middle of one of the worst parts of the city. To give you some idea the level of suckiness of this place the dining room holds twenty people with one waiter who couldn’t keep up. We couldn’t get what we wanted for brunch because the stove blew a fuse and there was Teflon stuck to the waffles. This was praised by some website as being one of the top ten places to have brunch in Toronto. Needless to say, we left a two-cent tip and pretended like the brunch never happened.

As a matter of fact I asked the BF the name of the restaurant where we had brunch. In hopes to save other from the pain we endured, sort of throwing myself on a live omelet as it were. Go on! Save yourselves! He didn’t remember, he said he must have blocked it out. That’s how bad it was.

After “brunch” we wandered down to Queen Street to do a little shopping. The street was a live with people, music, bars, and restaurants. We saw a freestyle rap and dance competition. This performance acted almost as if it was the heartbeat of the neighborhood with people dancing, jumping, singing and shouting! It was amazing! As we made our way further down Queen Street with several shopping bags in tow, I heard a sound that peaked my interest. It was coming from a place called “The Rex” and it was old style New Orleans jazz (Dixieland, to be exact.) A bunch old hip cat was performing that sweet music and they had the place coming off its hinges. Horns blowin’, drums beatin’, and trumpets slidin’, you would have thought you were in the middle of the French Quarter as soon as you walked in. As it became later in the day we decided it was time to go to the hotel and get ready for a fun filled, jam-packed evening. Little did we know what we were in for?