We Take Ourselves With Us

Sleeping in our room--which overlooked a darkened, super silent, domed baseball stadium--gave us an idea of what it would feel like to sleep in a bunker far below the earth.  So, when we emerged drunk with sleep into the sleety, grey-bright of day to discover this massive sculpture far above our heads, we were ready to slip-slide down the hill from Rogers Centre to breakfast at Cora's --the only place anyone in Toronto should ever think about breakfasting! Cora's is a Canadian, breakfast/brunch only restaurant we discovered on one of our FanExpo sojourns. The Toronto Cora's is smallish and always draws a queue. In nicer weather, these windows--which are actually garage doors--open to the street. I was dreaming of nicer weather ... but settled for a table full of nicer breakfasts. Fully stuffed, we slogged our way through sloppy streets and dropping temps to the Art Gallery of Ontario.  Hence our artsy self-portrait. We w

After our night at Great Wolf, we were bright and sunny and ready to hit the water park once more. After finishing the last 15 pages of Bring Up the Bodies and inhaling hours worth of chlorine, I had a thought ... We should leave! So we grabbed our massive game room winnings, aka a pair of googly glasses, snapped a pic with Wolfy, and took off. Our soupy, sloppy, worst of winter drive led to this post's title.  At one point, we were driving down the QEW toward Toronto, when Rush came on the radio, and we decided this trip couldn't get any more Canadian--unless we had some Tim Horton's. Finally ... Toronto! I had Hotwired our hotel for $82, so we were pleasantly surprised by a huge room overlooking an awesomely empty Rogers Centre.  We grabbed a fantastic dinner with the world's friendliest server at our hotel. She literally drew us maps, gave us cans of soda for our rooms, and told us about off menu items.  Turned out that the new Toronto aquarium was right behind our h