Continuing my stories of each Canadian city I visited during my seven day sprint across the country:
This time, however, we made it happen. I had twenty-four hours in Toronto. There was no way - no matter how much sleep I was willing to give up - that I was going to have time to do everything, or really, anything, that I had been dreaming of doing. I certainly wasn't going to have time to see any of my friends, so I kept my presence in the T-dot a bit of a secret, slipping in under the radar.
The official reason we were in Toronto was to celebrate my grandmother's birthday. The entire family came out, and I think she was pleased that we had all gathered for the occasion. We met up at a Japanese-style Korean restaurant, one of those joints where the food that is served is inspired by Japanese cuisine but in reality is run entirely by Korean staff serving a Korean clientele, because Toronto is big enough to have those things.
A sushi boat
the "kids"
birthday girl
Shortly after this photo was taken, the birthday cake caught on fire. My grandmother is no spring chicken, you know, and there were a lot of candles on the cake, which was made out of mugwort. As the flames started and everyone started panicking, my grandmother reached her hand out in the most nonchalant manner possible and put the fire out with her own fingers. She's so tough.
family photo
After dinner, we went to a Korean karaoke bar at Yonge & Finch. With my grandmother. Let me tell you something about my family: we love to sing. Impressions of western-style karaoke seem to involve drinking several beers to gain the liquid courage to go up on stage and sing an old classic in front of a crowded bar full of strangers. My family, we love to sing. We'll sing completely sober. In a private room. Korean karaoke style. With lots of snacks, of course.
Well, if I wasn't going to have time to do everything while I was in Toronto, the one thing I wanted to do was hang out with my peeps (Koreans) in my place (Korea town).
Afterwards, some of us younger folks went downtown to a club. Clubbing in Toronto is always a radically different experience than Ottawa and other smaller cities. It involves walking through the clubbing district while barkers try to get you to go into their club. If one of them happens to be working for the club that you actually want to go to, you stop, pretending to be bored and disinterested and express to them in a bored and disinterested manner that you just don't want to pay $20 cover to get in; can he not give us a deal? Also, we don't want to wait in line. It's useful to bring young good-looking people around when you engage in such negotiations. I doubt I would have gotten very far on my own with my rural sensibilities and my grey hairs.
This, however, is pretty much our second home in Toronto:
This, however, is pretty much our second home in Toronto:
Galleria
The Galleria is one of many Korean grocery stores which are the size of T&Ts and Loblaws but devoted entirely to only Korean groceries. Considering the fact that I come from a town where I am the only Korean and the only grocery store in town is about the size of the Galleria's produce section, it's pretty easy to be dazzled.
It was a whirlwind 24 hours where I managed to squeeze in sushi, karaoke, clubbing, and grocery shopping. My list will be much longer the next time I come back to Toronto (whenever that will be), but hopefully I'll be in town for more than a day.