Toronto Part 6

Three words: Back-to-school cold.

Is that three words? Meh. Whatever.

Whatever it is, I have it and have been trying to go to bed at a decent hour to try to get rid of it.

Anywhine, I promised an entry about the Hockey Hall of Fame -- unless you're Canadian you're probably not waiting with baited breath, but here it is nonetheless.

(As usual, thanks to Google Images for all the pics on here. Other people take way better pics than I do.)

By now we're reaching near the end of the trip, and to say we're exhausted is an understatement. We can hardly haul ourselves out of bed anymore. The miles we've walked could have taken us to the moon and back.



We had passes to the Hockey Hall of Fame, and since that was within *gasp* walking distance, we decided to check it out. My husband and I, avid hockey fans, could have really passed on it at this point, but our 7-year-old really wanted to go, so off we went.

If you like hockey, it's actually pretty cool. It's mainly several rooms of well-laid-out displays of memorabilia and milestone-hitting moments. There were jerseys and equipment from the 1920's up to current day, as well as hockey toys and such. My husband and I (this shows you how fuzzy my brain is; I just typed that, "My husband and eye,") were pointing at the toys and such from our childhoods, wishing we still had it all. Little did we know that crap would be worth collecting one day. :)

Have you ever watched hockey, or any team sport for that matter, and wondered whether you could keep up with a running commentary on the action? Well, at the Hall of Fame there was a booth where you could try just that; there was a clip of a hockey game with no sound, and you had to voice-over a colour commentary. Good luck. Mine turned out like, "And that guy shot the puck and it, um, hit the thingy, and uh, now whatziz has the puck... oh now number 23 has it and, uh..." Certainly not as easy as it looks.



Our favourite part was the room where the STANLEY CUP was not only on display, but you could go up to it and TOUCH IT and have your picture taken with it!! The Stanley Cup is the Holy Grail of hockey prizes. This is the big one folks; this is what the players sustain lifelong injuries for. The Stanley Cup.

If I EVER get around to uploading our pics I'll include one of us standing around the Cup. Ahhhhh.

After the Hall of Fame we were starving, so we went to a place that looked like a restaurant, but holy cow it was huge! It was absolutely enormous, and at first it looked like a bunch of different restaurants. We stepped in after passing numerous entrances, and found the most amazing eating experience. It was called the Richtree.

A lady handed us each a card, like a bank card or gift certificate card, and explained the set-up to us. There were dozens upon dozens of stations where you could get any kind of food and drink; you found the things you wanted, gave the card to the people behind the counter of that station, and they entered your purchase into it. You could do this all day. At the end you gave the card to the cashier and paid for everything you ate. Awesome, huh?

They had EVERYTHING there: Sushi, other fish, chicken, beef, burgers and hot dogs, crepes, Italian, antipasti, salads, tea bar, coffee bar, wine and beer, ice cream, cake, squares, pies, chocolates, fresh juices, deli meats, you name it.

After stuffing ourselves royally we carried on to my husband's favourite music store, Sonic Boom.

Now, I'm very good with directions. I'm not so hot with distances.

For over an hour I kept saying, "Oh, it should be over on the next block! Er, maybe the one after that. Uhhh, maybe it's the one at the light up there." We walked up Yonge Street for almost 2 hours before we got within sight of the store. Gad.

The effort wasn't wasted; at one point we actually stumbled upon the church of Scientology! Cults aren't prevalent in my part of the woods so I always get a kick out of seeing them in person somewhere else. Then, right across the street, who should we see but Anonymous! Yay! Anonymous is a grassroots international group determined to bring down Scientology. This has nothing to do with religious intolerance; Scientology is bogged down with all sorts of controversy. You can read about the controversies here and here. I'm not providing links to the sites of the cult itself because I'm sure they have ways of figuring out where the links are coming from. I'd rather not have them sniffing around here.

Finally we were within a block of the music store! Then, out of nowhere, a very large bird deposited a large, runny, black poo all over my husband's head and shirt. Augh. He took a cab back to the hotel then went back to the music store later. He did say that it's supposed to be good luck, and judging by the size of the poop, he's due to win the lottery.

Coming up: My final post about Toronto! We sure got our money's worth.