Today one of my roommates and I decided to trek over to Greektown to check out Toronto’s largest street festival: Taste of the Danforth. First of all, we took the subway because parking would probably be hell my roommate doesn’t remember how to ride a bike. I haven’t been on the subway in a long time, and it was kind of funny because subways – like grocery stores – are the great equalizer. You really see everybody on the subway, from businesspeople to crazies screaming throughout the whole car that they haven’t eaten anything in 4 days.
Anyway, by the time we get there I’m really hungry. It was a good thing, because this festival is all about food. And there were literally about a million people there, all interested in stuffing themselves tasting the delicacies of Greece. I found it ironic, though, that much of the food was not Greek. I mean, sure, the majority was food from Greek restaurants, but I thought this was supposed to be a Greek festival! Why were there booths selling paella and corn on the cob? But that’s really neither here nor there. What’s important is that I got my fill of both delicious food as well as crazy Torontonians. I ate all the most likely candidates: souvlaki, baklava, and spanakopita. I also had some fresh fruit and a coke. Mmmm.
Top row: us eating
Middle row: close-ups of food, including the biggest spit of meat I’ve ever seen
Bottom row: crazies (somebody actually shaving at the Gillet Fusion booth, and a woman from some activist group claiming that 9/11 was “an inside job,” whatever that means. Why the hell is she holding an earth painted on a lampshade?)
