Greetings from Toronto.  I’m going to Chinatown tomorrow.  Anyone need Cuban seegars or baby turtles?  While you were eating turkey, I was attending a high school talent show.  Don’t ask.  I saw a three month old FOB mainlander sing a Linkin Park song in front of a raucous, packed auditorium.  I go to great lengths to cross things off my bucket list.

Today I went to my favorite Crepe shop in the world.  It’s in the basement of the St. Lawrence market, where three angst ridden Korean teenagers whip up gastronomic foretastes of heaven.

On my way to the market I ran into an Indian cowboy, and the ubiquitous Thai street musician.

We really could use more immigrants in Pittsburgh.  Life would be a lot more interesting.