There are co-working spaces, and then there is East Room.
It’s not something you often hear in Toronto: “I’m looking forward to winter.” But at Rasa, it’s a sentence uttered more than once.
In the heart of downtown Toronto’s financial district, amongst all of the standard coffee shops, honking horns, and billows of cigarette smoke, sits a little taste of Southern France.
The small space features a wall of large book spines that slide out to reveal shelves covered with novels; the racks boast easily peel-away signage, a kind of “skin” that can be replaced with a new concept at any time.
Toronto may be the third largest metropolis in North America, but its status as a food city is, if anything, growing faster than its population.
Sometimes you just want to escape the flashing bulbs of paparazzi cameras and deafening cheers of George Clooney fans and retreat to somewhere quiet, somewhere that stays quintessentially Toronto.
It was a splashy couple of days in Toronto as the marquee attraction called The Martian arrived, for its premiere, with a full roster of stars.
A fashionable lakeshore retreat just outside the city’s downtown core.
Morris is technically an interior designer, but a mere glimpse of her work suggests that she operates on a higher level than most.
It is almost an embarrassment of riches.
The Toronto Star called it “the most bizarre moving day Vancouver has ever seen.”
“We need cities that work, where people are well-compensated for their labour and where everyone can thrive.”
Earnestness may have suffered an untimely death with the advent of the online age, but you’d never know it from talking to the Broken Social Scene frontman.
Three noteworthy products coming out of Ontario.
After many years of Michelin-quality success, it seems Boulud’s passion has diminished not one ounce.
A hidden treasure for all five senses.