Our AirBnB host claimed to be a founder of Greenpeace and most of her bedrooms were filled with recently arrived foreigners looking to make Toronto their home. We were on the west side of town, where the skyscrapers haven't yet pushed their way in amongst the modest wooden houses and postage stamp yards.
Canada is just a bridge away from Detroit, once across you pull over and answer some basic questions. "How much money do you have on you?" "Are you carrying any firearms?" "Did you vote for Donald or Hillary?"
Our stay was focused on food. Chinese food to be precise. Jean's former colleagues gave her a spreadsheet full of restaurants to visit. You'd have to eat five meals a day for a week or two to finish the list so she picked out a few. Each morning we started our day in a local cafe - I tried my best to keep up with my Japanese homework.
I cannot remember exactly, I think this is a cream puff filled with lychee-rose water ice cream.
We then went back for another - something like an oatmeal raisin cookie with fudge ice cream.Our first dinner was Indian - a a curried vegetable feast. After that, all Chinese. In the northern suburb of Markham, we went for Dim Sum one morning and returned at night for some classic cheap food. Congee with pork and liver, you tiao and fried noodles with soy sauce. Jean Chan looked very happy at each meal.
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