I have a load of weird connections with Toronto. It was the only place my parents had traveled long haul before they had us. It was the destination for the only long haul holiday we ever took as a family. My wife used to live there.
It’s also a lovely place to moderate research. The people are so willing and friendly, even when they’re rubbishing the shit work of a bunch of impolite twats they remain faultlessly polite and supportive.
Helen loves chips, gravy and cheese, so it was perhaps inevitable she’d end up in the land of poutine. If she spoke French I’m sure she’d have gone to Montreal.
Just to annoy here I like to go to her favourite bar and order poutine and a portion of wings. It’s filthy. After a long night of groups, it goes very well with a few beers