Last night, I arrived in Toronto after a train ride with angorian. We left work together, packed sandwiches, and stood in line for the train. Once on-board, I really couldn't resist my train snack so I unwrapped it quite early.
It consisted of a large roasted-chicken sandwich with East-Indian relish. I can't express how good it was. Sadly, we were unable to gloat at how good our train food was, because I felt very sad when the businessman sitting across from us opened up a McPoulet sandwich. After I finished chowing down on my sandwich, Angorian pulled out some chocolate-cookie sandwiches with lemon icing. They were delightful!
We chatted back and forth for the four-hour ride, and although I was quite tired by the end of it, the conversation was very pleasant. It seems that I always feel drained and dirty after travel, even if I've only sat around for several hours. At the train station, we trudged towards the exit where we found Damian. There was a joyous reunion before we set out to find some dinner.
We went to 園林酒家, which they have raved about often. We ordered two dishes and dug into them hungrily. Sadly, it appears that their "spicy pan-fried shrimp" has gone downhill, but now I know what it is so I hope to duplicate it at home. It should not be too difficult as I have no fear of deep frying.
After dinner, we were groggy and tired. They went west and I went east. I lugged my huge backpack down the stairs while grappling with a large bag of clothes. I pushed through the turnstiles at Dundas station and got on the southbound train by accident. After getting on the proper train, I rode it all the way to North York Centre. The shops have changed and developers are tearing up the neighbourhood.
But I'm back again. And I'm home.