Hamilton is a city to which I hold a scopious collection of feelings towards, mainly positive with only a handful of unnerving recollections (usually involving homeless citizens roaming the grounds in an irrational manner, in broad daylight, much as we saw in the strip of tents outside FirstOntario Centre).
Originally no longer than thirty-five minutes of a drive, a collision on the QEW doubled our travel time, resulting in a delayed arrival at the Hamilton Farmer's Market. I suppose the annoying coincidence worked in our favour, for we caught our primary focus of de la terre in the midst of a brief lunch break.
- Directional arrows on the floor
- Closure of every other washroom stall, as well as three out of five sinks (X O X X O); no change to hand dryers
- Closure of select food court seating
- Denial of entry to the Farmer's Market from the mall; street access only
- Denial of entry to Hamilton Public Library from the mall; street access only
I suggested venturing to a nearby cafe with street parking. Since being reminded of BLACKPINK's tour last spring, I had been eager to revisit SYNONYM. I shall declare, however, that the intention was out of sheer curiosity, rather than an obligation to fulfill an unrequited desire for quality offerings.
In addition to the last of three parking spaces, we somehow managed to secure the last of five patio tables as well, nixing the need to purchase our items for consumption elsewhere.
Beyond cheese boards, focaccia pizza, and appetizer-sized snacks, universally recognized lunch items spanned not beyond two sandwiches, both employing the use of house focaccia, for which we later discovered a lack of fondness.
The meal totalled roughly thirty dollars - inclusive of tip, exclusive of specialty beverages. Service was friendly and speedy, even in the face of our ravenous, indecisive mannerisms. A single stall bathroom was found at the bottom of the a flight of stairs. Similar to my last visit, illumination remained minimal and the bunch of dried lavender remained intact (though robbed of its soothing scent).
Last on the list was T&T for groceries. And with that, we were homebound.