the torontonian way

Probably our only salvation from lame Offtarian life is Toronto, even if still not comparable to Syd City.

valentino

It happens to be that "romantic" day of the year, according to the marketers of the world hoping to make tons of money around this "special" date; nothing else than "true love"...

Even the national institution Tim Hurts has its own formula for celebrating love. And the closer you look, the more sweet love you get.

Luckily there are other less chainable choices to have a little healthier fun around this "lovely" date. This Torontonian flat white helped dissolving all sorts of excessive sugar.

After a few calamitous coffee experiments at Tim Hurts or Starfucks during the previous months, Dark Horse has become a real morning star.

Lunch on Gilead was an additional Valentino reaffirmation. They had this glaced kind of shortbread Heart Jam Jam cookie to translate the deep meaning of this passionate Thursday.

oyster girl

Queen Street West is becoming a quite attractive destination for hungry stomachs. A recent trip took us to the home of mollusks in Toronto.

Coming from both the East and the West coast, an stimulating variety of oysters is growing as way to start, or sometimes finish, our dinners.

The right tool helps a lot, when it comes to enjoy these mollusks for the masses in a domestic enviroment.

the long way home

After a long day in the office, nothing better than a fresh walk through town, even if that is, as Roger Hodgson has been singing for over three decades, the long way home.

The nice fillet of Atlantic halibut we got that morning on Queen Street East was waiting at home to vertebrate our supper.

winterlicious

It's been six years since I last saw this much snow. Now I am here and the white fluffy stuff is all here, very white and very cold.

Perhaps not too bad for the local standards, but a temperature of -14.5 C is significantly noticeable for a coastal Spaniard.