[NON BLOG] Another Urban Encounter
Feb. 25th, 2005 10:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rfmcdonaldAfter dinner at Swiss Chalet with the boyfriend, I'd intended to head directly home, taking the Queen Street streetcar west to the Drake then north. Just short of John Street, the street car huddled to a stop.
- There's trouble on the line ahead, the driver said, I can't go any farther.
I disembarked with everyone else, and veered north at the nearby Starbucks, walking towards Dundas. I boarded a westbound streetcar by the AGO, and disembarked some blocks short of Dovercourt. I was a cool fresh night, and I wanted to walk home.
En route, I approached the Venezia Bakery. I'd passed it a few times before, noticed its windows full of porcelain and CDs of Lusophone singers, and once I entered to buy a maria made of egg whites, and on this occasion I bought a couple fo donuts and a loaf of bread. I also asked the clerk a question that had bothered me.
- Why is the bakery named Venezia when this is a Portuguese bakery?
It turned out to be a simple case of ethnic succession. The neighbourhood used to be Italian; it then became Portuguese; the clerk herself was Brazilian, from Espirito Santo.
I highly recommend the Venezia Bakery, incidentally. Its baked goods are fantastic, as are its sweets.
- There's trouble on the line ahead, the driver said, I can't go any farther.
I disembarked with everyone else, and veered north at the nearby Starbucks, walking towards Dundas. I boarded a westbound streetcar by the AGO, and disembarked some blocks short of Dovercourt. I was a cool fresh night, and I wanted to walk home.
En route, I approached the Venezia Bakery. I'd passed it a few times before, noticed its windows full of porcelain and CDs of Lusophone singers, and once I entered to buy a maria made of egg whites, and on this occasion I bought a couple fo donuts and a loaf of bread. I also asked the clerk a question that had bothered me.
- Why is the bakery named Venezia when this is a Portuguese bakery?
It turned out to be a simple case of ethnic succession. The neighbourhood used to be Italian; it then became Portuguese; the clerk herself was Brazilian, from Espirito Santo.
I highly recommend the Venezia Bakery, incidentally. Its baked goods are fantastic, as are its sweets.
