My friend K. suggested I write about the food desert I call home.
Say I get hungry and I wanted to grab a casual bite. Well, I’d be walking a long time.
There’s a pub across the street, but there’s often some show going on in there, so that’s not really very practical. The two other places nearby — which are quite tasty — are only open at lunch.
Otherwise, there’s a Subway about 15 minutes away. Yeah, no.
Oh wait, there is one nice place not too far away — Weezie’s. But it’s not really a place I might stop in by myself.
At my old addresses I always got several delivery flyers in my mailbox. Here I get none, Really, none. There seems to be very little in the way of food one can order.
I know that’s going to change soon. Many new condos are going up all around me. Restaurants are not going to be far behind. I’m rather excited about it. I like my location — it’s downtown and convenient to transit, but also rather quiet and peaceful. There are mature trees on my street and flowers and grass — yes, grass — in front of my building.
I also love my unit. It’s comfortable and cozy and has everything I need. The only thing I wish I had more of is closet space. But this is really more an issue of my having too many things — I have, in real terms, a lot of storage space for such a petite apartment.
The only real downside is my local grocery store. I sometimes stop at the Maple Leaf Gardens Loblaw just to admire all the meats and cheeses. My local store does not have a deli counter — just packaged meats. And the cheese? Well, I can tell you I can’t get goat cheese, blue cheese, bocconcini or fresh feta. Cheddar I can get. But it’s not hard to stop at my favourite food shop on the way home from work.
I have a feeling by the time I am ready to sell this place things will be a lot different around here. And that should be fun to witness — even if I have to travel for my cheese fix.