A second attempt in the early pandemic period was also met with shuttered gates.
A portion of the gardens was bordered by snow fences, yet oddly devoid of distinct delineation from the main path. Unbearably narrow and brimming with unmarked trip hazards and exposed wires, it was the singular section that raised concerns towards lack of signage and accessibility.
One of the highlights was spotting a mole by the Teaching Gardens. Chubby like a beaver, I gasped as its behind disappeared into a nearby flower patch. All was still as we inched our way closer. Then came a pair of beady eyes, face half camouflaged in shrubbery. It had stuck its head out to observe us for a few seconds before retreating back into the patch, refusing a third appearance.
As such, we made the trip to Shops at Don Mills; albeit boasting high traffic, presumably from pick-up orders, bathrooms were closed.
The Ribs were accompanied with creamy mashed potatoes topped with chives, and amazingly did not bear resemblance to the tacky mounds of thickened starch slurry à la Jollibee. Edges of the ribs were on the tough side, though meat was tender and coated luxuriously in a sweet and savoury barbecue sauce. Roasted zucchini and red bell peppers sections were also included in the box.