Last dinner out, and farewell to other favourite places in Bloor West Village…
Our favourite old-school diner, complete with pictures of hockey players and race horses on the walls, and old-timers sitting at the counter. The first place that Lizzie ever blew bubbles in a glass of milk with a straw.
Lizzie will miss this place!
This is the spot where they put a big Christmas tree made of lights every year, and a rather alarming Santa Claus totters around the crowd.
After wandering through the neighbourhood on a gorgeous warm summer evening, we end up at the house of my best friend, ally, support, comedic relief, sympathetic ear, cocktail taster, organizational whirlwind, style counsel, shopping guru, and fount of general good advice. Hard to leave!