I got Coban a passport last May. And then a year flew by. After he scheduled his high school classes this spring, we had a serious talk about college. “I think Ohio and Pennsylvania are pretty cool,” he said.
Umm…let’s just say my travel aspirations for the child suddenly took on a new sense of urgency.
When my friend told me that she and her family would be busy the whole weekend we’d planned on visiting them at Keuka Lake, I saw an opportunity: the drive to Toronto is even shorter from New York.
As we drove past picturesque vineyards on our way north, I asked Coban if he knew the purpose of our trip. To expand our horizons? He said, with a question in his voice. (I must say, I felt proud that he understood this.) Well, yes, I told him. But do you know what else?
To have fun!
As the words left my mouth I glanced to the right and saw a giant wooden sign with the words FUNLAND written in large capital letters. If that wasn’t a sign…
Can we stop in Buffalo for authentic wings? (The obvious next question.) Naturally, the answer was yes.
So we made a detour to Duff’s Famous Wings. Coban reports they were the best wings he ever had. He may be young, but the kid knows food.
The night we arrived in Toronto I picked a noodle place at random for dinner. On the way Coban spotted Mom’s Pan Fried Bun. Redirect.
This was our first experience with steamed buns, and I must say, they were amazing. So much so that the next day, he had to have more. (And also takeout from the same spot on Sunday morning for the ride home.)
We walked to Chinatown on Saturday, and then on to Kensington Market. There is art everywhere in Toronto, from sculptures between buildings to enclosures surrounding street trees.
Kensington Market is full of so many kinds of food and art.
Get an artisanal donut, a fresh smoothie, or an inspirational message, all in one eclectic neighborhood.
From there, we made our way to Graffiti Alley, the one must-see destination on my list.
I’ve loved the idea of a dedicated graffiti spot since I visited Austin’s graffiti park years ago. But Toronto has taken this concept to a new level.
Graffiti Alley is an amazing mix of traditional murals and impromptu street art—even the trash cans and dumpsters are tagged.
There was a steady stream of people passing through an otherwise unremarkable passageway, taking photos and appreciating the sprawling creativity, some with suitcases in tow. Clearly this Alley has a reputation.
As we finished walking through, I spotted a sign for a food hall across the street. Because of course, we were hungry and thirsty. Just goes to show how unexciting places can become destinations with a bit of intention and some creativity. That Alley is now not only a place for artistic expression, but a tool for economic development.
Which makes me wonder, does Morgantown need its own Graffiti Alley?