Bound by a common language and a common grain: Plaza Latina
In Europe in the mid-nineties, long before the EU and common currency, changing money was a familiar ritual just before and after every border, in airports and train stations and […]
In Europe in the mid-nineties, long before the EU and common currency, changing money was a familiar ritual just before and after every border, in airports and train stations and […]
After picking up Jamaican patties at Randy’s Patties and jerk chicken at Spence’s Bakery (see previous post), I got back on my bike and headed south down Vaughan Road to […]
Oakwood and Vaughan has been a lot of different things over the years. It started out, according to a former neighbour in his nineties, as an Anglo-Scottish working class neighbourhood. […]
Sometimes people ask us, “How do you pick the restaurants you visit?” and “Why go to that restaurant, I’ve never heard of it?”. Both of us agree that we’re not […]
More than any other restaurant the Vicarious Travel Society has visited, Lahore Tikka House (or Patio, or “LTP”) near Coxwell and Gerrard almost perfectly replicates the experience of travelling to […]
Some restaurants presenting a foreign cuisine are more evocative than others: at Japango, you feel like you have instantly travelled to Japan because as soon as you walk in the […]
Certain things aren’t difficult to find in Toronto: falafel, injera bread, Jamaican patties, passive-agressive sarcasm. Sometimes we forget how things once were. I found a dusty postcard in a convenience […]
Ten Mile Aroma in the Dundas/Spadina Chinatown was selected for a visitation by the VTS on the basis of its great name alone. Doesn’t it just make you think of […]
Lunch can be a problem in this part of the world. Not an insoluble problem. There are many little holes-in-the-wall, or earnest food court tenants in Toronto who quietly keep […]
The VTS went up to Georgia, in fact. Waaaaay up. North of the 401, anyway. Ever since we found out about this place, it kept reshuffling to the top […]