A few weekends ago, boyfrand Trey and I drove eight hours from Chicago to Toronto to spend two days exploring the city. I fell in looooveeee. The city is wonderful and full of nostalgia. It’s sort of stuck in time, with working trolleys and power lines overhead on every narrow street. Everybody bikes, there are lovely little boutiques with great clothes, and the food rivals some of my favorite restaurants at home. As does the local beer. I’m already dying to go back.
Lake Ontario :)
We had Saturday brunch at the cutest little spot called the Farmhouse Tavern. Only about six options for a meal were written on a chalk board hanging on the side of the wall, but they all looked delicious, judging by our neighbors’ plates. I had eggs benedict with Canadian bacon (obviously.)
Trey had a scotch egg…to die for.
The indoor Lawrence market served enough delicious food samples to constitute a full meal. Totally trumps Costco :D. AMAZING homemade pasta and sauces, meats and homemade goods.
The Distillery District, packed will cute boutiques, crafts vendors and art galleries. Oh, and brew pubs.
It was over 90 degrees, so we were baking while trekking through the city all day. Jean shirt = horrid idea.
Trey being adorable in front of CN Tower.
We dined al fresco for almost every meal- love that about Toronto. Every restaurant has a patio. In Little Italy, we had a huge Italian meal at Sotto Voce, with lightly fried, fresh vegetables, arancini, spaghetti and meatballs, and of course, vino.
Nothing better than a Malbec.
And then we drove to Niagara Falls on Sunday morning. We strolled up to the first set of falls (there are two! and the first isn’t pictured) and we were like ehhhh…. kinda small. Then the mambo appeared.
It’s absolutely magical. The falls roar, and even though you’re far off, you are covered in mist.