I walked past some people in big green cylindrical costumes that looked like punching bags with running shoes giving out sample frappucinos outside Starbucks. I was so tempted to tip one over onto another one, triggering a chain reaction of Starbucks mascot collapse. My better side prevailed. Damn.
As for lunch, it was Shanghai noodles with General Tso's chicken and beef with broccoli.
Well, they certainly enthusiastically moved into urban Toronto. To the point where what was once a dirty, smoky goth club (but it did have personality and a good community) is now a clean and bright (ugh) Starbucks. I cringe every time I have to go by it.