Ah Sunday mornings!
One of us gets out of bed and takes a trek to Tim Horton’s (I don’t know why we torture ourselves with the horrible service and passable drinks but it is the only thing around here until they open up a Starbucks, which we hear should be in the coming months). Then we watch Coronation Street in bed for awhile and then start the rest of the routine: DR awaits the opening of the local laundr-o-mat and takes the usual hockey bag full of dirties, then he attacks the bathroom while the clothes dry. Me, I de-germ the kitchen, vaccum and mop the floors while the TVs are on CBC still with our British friends yapping and exchanging pleasantries, often calling each other “Stupid Cows”.
Ah Sunday mornings!
And then in the afternoon, we walked to the Outdoor Art Exhibit at City Hall, with a stop at Dundas Square on the way:
DR and I walking action shot
Playing with water
With PhotogTOBear36 and PhotogRodTO at Outdoor Art
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If all you’re doing is getting takeout, you know perfectly well that the Jet Fool is less than one block away from your house. I’m just drawing the inference that you can’t stand to sit in the place, but takeout ≠ eat-in.
Oh yeah, Jet Fuel… well, to remain polite, let’s just sya that at 7am, I’m not in the mood to be yelling over extra loud pretentious music just to be given attitude in return. My going to TIm Horton’s instead is very telling about Jet Fuel.
It’s a question of getting breakfast in bed without the effort. With Tim Hortons we can expect surly service and a 50/50 chance of getting our order right because that’s all we’ve ever gotten from them. At least with a Starbucks near by we can get better quality coffee/tea and they’ll say Please and Thank You as they rob us blind.
Torontoist is quite in line with my feelings about Jerk Fuel. As for breakfast, they barely serve biscotti. And I think after spending over $1000 then they acknowledge you other than dirt.
The strange thing is I have had essentially no problems at the Jet Fool, and they even know my order now. It seems like an appropriate place for a mature queer person.
But! Yes, sometimes the damned music is too loud, and this Tour de France shite is so over.