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| - This was exactly the kind of place that I was trying to find while visitng Toronto. A dive amongst dives. The best way that I could describe this place would be similar to hanging out in the kitchen of a very old, unrehabbed, early 1900s home, with poor lighting, a lack of seating, and one tap. One domestic tap.
When I visit a place such as Toronto, I'm on a quest to make me some new Canadian friends, the kind that claim to be cosmopolitan enough to lack a Canadian accent until they say the words "house" and "about."
So, I'm standing there, with my lady, talking about how I've decided that Toronto would be a far better place to live than Chicago, when one of the many kind natives offered to shuffle their seating so that we could have a table. Then we sit and discuss about how much more colourful this city is than ours as well as how the people are so much more approachable. We talk about how wonderfully divided the neighbourhoods are and how that makes our exploration so simple.
I turn to one of the gents that offered us our spot and ask, "Odd question, but I'm just curious, how near do you live to this bar?" He responds, "You can actually see my place from here."
That was when I knew that I loved Toronto.
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