Coffee continued

I've been traveling 'round the city looking for really great coffee. As Stace noted in a previous post, Dad was always game for a good cup of coffee. Heck, he was always game for a bad cup of coffee. He used to start drinking coffee, leave it sitting on the kitchen counter, and then return to it hours later without even bothering to heat it up. Gross.

Today I have been to two coffee bars and have consumed two Americanos. I am wired. I had such pleasant walks around the city, which reminded me of all the walks dad I used to go on. We'd take out Wallace and have a stroll through the park. Together with our feisty and furry friend, we'd tackle two evils: hills and humidity (dad ALWAYS wore too many layers in the summer, and we all know about my deep-seated aversion to heat). Still, even on hot summer days, I used to go on a run (without Wallace...as if I could ever get Wallace to run with me) and dad would enthusiastically tag along - me running a few hundred feet ahead and then doubling back to check on him. And there he would be, walk walk walkin' along at his slow and steady pace. And then we'd have a coffee. Maybe a Booster Juice.

While it would've been nice to show dad my favourite parts of Toronto and do endless coffee crawls, I realize that where he is, dad probably gets as much of that liquid gold as he wants. Andddddd he probably doesn't have to deal with windchill in the process. Dad: 1, Dana: 0.