A couple of times when we were in college, M & I went camping around Lake Ontario. This year, it was finally time to take my daughters on a similar expedition.
Before we left, I looked into the
Glenn Gould Tour of Toronto and found that his neighborhood diner up on St.Clair was now gone.
So Priceline gets us a pretty good hotel right in the middle of Toronto:
http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&source=hp&q=bond+place+hotel+toronto&aq=0&aqi=g8g-m1&aql=&oq=Bond+Place+H&gs_rfai=CAcTvWxKDTN-PDae-zgSht9GLBQAAAKoEBU_QZ0kg
Monday afternoon we leave Niagara Falls, arrive in T about nightfall, find the hotel just steps from the Eaton Centre: but where is their parking?
Drive around the block: hey look, it's Massey Hall; oh look, that looks like a decent place to eat across the street. We go check in, get told where to park, stash the car, check out the neighborhood.
Time to eat: OK, let's try this "Fran's" we spotted just down the block.
We wound up eating there for dinner, breakfast the next day, and The Eldest and I wound up there a third time.
Come home and find that the place is actually a descendant of Gould's neighborhood diner: the original branch uptown is gone, but they opened on Victoria St. in 2004.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fran's_Restaurant
http://www.fransrestaurant.com/
"Sometime between two and three every morning Gould would go to Fran's, a 24-hour diner a block away from his Toronto apartment, sit in the same booth and order the same meal of scrambled eggs."
Kinda funny how even though I didn't go up to GG's old neighborhood, I still *accidentally* managed to eat at his hangout anyway.
Small world.
Labels: eccentric piano players, Travel, vacation