On out third day visiting Daniel’s hometown Toronto we checked out some vintage shops and cafes. Most of all we went full on holiday mode and did NOTHING, just strolled. Strolling might be the most exotic thing to do, the ultimate holiday activity. Then Steven met up with us and brought us to the Communist’s Daughter. A tiny place that looks like a typical American bar in films, with lumber jacks on bar stools, a grilled cheese frying on the counter and odd things taped to the walls. We raved on about the Game of Thrones finale, my wanting to write books but being scared about the literary elite and Steven moving to London starting his own barber shop. At dusk we walked the wide streets of Toronto.Over to our dinner spot, the Bar Raval, a newly opened tapas bar but hell of a lot fancier and nicer. Steven’s girlfriend is a sommelier there so it was a given to go try it out.The place has a stunning Gaudi-esque styled decor, plays good music and despite being a monday it was full. Apparently a German carpenter was flown in to work solely on the wooden panels for six months!(gif) Whilst more of Daniel’s friends dropped in we claimed a table and Steven started ordering us a heap of things.There were oysters and egg sandwiches, pimientos and chorizo, $24 cocktails and cava etc etc. The best freaking food I have had, maybe ever. I was shocked! After having glanced over at the menu and nearly choked when realising the prices (definitely worth it but harsh on a student), I thought fuck it, YOLO, I will TREAT MYSELF x 1000.So I did, and had a swell time. Luckily, we got hooked up with some great deals though and I didn’t have to starve for the rest of the trip. :))) Bar Raval was the best culinary experience during the whole North American trip, hands down, and when I’m famous and rich in a years time I’ll come back and pay full price.The night ended at Ted’s Collision with large beers and weird stories on their back patio. Joel and Ivan ended up driving us all the way up to North York so we wouldn’t have to spend an hour getting home. We blasted this and other guilty pleasures all the way driving on the empty roads. <3 North America you weird weird place, I don’t know what to make of you but I like you.