Not the SAMO
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