The season most dreaded by Canadians is nearly upon us, its inevitable appearance foreshadowed by Mother Nature warnings of frost and powerful gusts.
But alas, I shall continue to bask beneath the rays of sunshine until the fateful day dawns upon us
With a starting point of Union Station, the entire journey approximated two and a half hours, including transfer time.
I don't know how the residents of Whitby survive with a GO-connecting DRT route operating every thirty minutes during weekday peak hours. Suburbs aren't renown for public transit, however I can't say Mississauga nor Markham fall within such a dire category.
Eventually, it pulled up outside the municipal building, then rushed its only five riders in the direction of Whitby GO.
I called in the next day, for exhaustion had gotten the best of me. Lethargic, though thankfully not unwell, I set out to complete a few chores, including mundane house chores. Oh the humdrum adult life.
Upon my return to the core, I headed to The Krys for the purpose of redeeming an opening promo. Enlisting the company of my favourite fangirl, I marched over to St. Andrew station.
First Canadian Place's UNIQLO Pop-Up was toured before we parted ways.
The return of Chipotle's Boorito promotion was another factor that prompted the rushed DIY project. Sadly, inflation had done its way with the annual event and prices had surged from four dollars to six.
Adorning the bags were names such as "Amber Roast" and "Stout Roast", which automatically piqued my curiosity. And on a quest to formulate the perfect cold brew recipe, I piped up with the follow-up inquiry. The lady, in return, proceeded to shower me with her bounty of knowledge, and even noted that I could request a waft of any bean from a staff member before purchasing.
In addition to an approving nod to my confession of finding the perfect cold brew roast came an accent-laced "Deadly." - a peculiar but nonetheless positive word choice.
The pieces were crisp, with moisture locked in underneath the lumpy breading. My only complaint would be the lack of draining prior to serving. The underlying layer of chips were also too stiff for my liking, though this opinion was combatted on the basis of their irrefutable crunchiness.
- A heavy concentration of downright frightening Halloween decorations (unpictured was a plastic baby by the entrance)
- Lemon-infused water
- A server bearing strong B1A4 vibes - like a mix of Sandeul and CNU?