Him: "Hey! On my run I saw there is a secret park by our house!"
Me: "Yes, I know. Justin once ordered a pizza to there. There are fire pits."
Him: "Next picnic!"
We did have our next picnic there, and we met a pug named Fishstick. Soon more friends joined our blanket and we played cards and drank lemonade* and watched the softball game and listened to kids squeal as they played on the little fisher price cars. You know the ones that are essentially Flinstone cars come to life? They look fun, and apparently at this park it's understood that people keep their larger outdoor toys there and let all the kids share. Very Canadian.
The only reason this small, hipster-free park isn't a full five stars is because there are no bathrooms around it, and so you have to walk to Hawaii bar (Dovercourt at Hallam) or your house or a friend's house to take a pee. A pee that you will desperately need as you chug lemonade, aged grape juice and tall cans of American soda.