Downtown Toronto on a Friday Night

The training day went okay, although for the first time ever someone brought a shot gun to a training on the protection of civilian in war. Thankfully it was not needed!

Once we'd packed up I finally escaped to Toronto and was taken out for dinner by the lovely Robyn who introduced me to Canadian comfort food at Bannock. We had a lovely Riesling from Niagara Falls and she introduced me to Poutine which is a strange combination of french fries mixed with dairy curd and hot chicken gravy. I'm not quite sure what I make of it... very odd, a bit like a cross between cheesy chips and chips in gravy... the kind of thing I'd eat on the way home from a long night clubbing about 20 years ago. Canadians are clearly very proud of their poutine, but for me the maple smoked salmon was more appealing.