The Hospital for Sick Children in Toronto leased out space to Burger King.
A companion Hospital for Healthy Children closed its doors three months after opening.
"Aren't you gonna eat your burrito?"
"I don't eat one restaurant's food in another restaurant. I'll eat in the theatre. It's not a restaurant."
"Ah." [rolls eyes]
While I savored my falafel sandwich, Tushar played with his mobile, which caught the attention of a group of Mississaugan youth soccer players sitting at the table beside ours.
"Is that a BlackBerry?" asked one of them.
"No, it's a Nokia E90. Blah blah blah…"
"Did he just discuss data plans with eight-year-olds?" I thought to myself.
Of the eateries I patronized in Ontario that sold bags of chips, none carried regular SunChips, but they all had (gag!) Harvest Cheddar ones.
I would rather eat my own poop than eat flavored chips.