Our vegetable overlords

Next: Cabbagetown!

Cabbagetown, of course, gets its name from the fact that it is ruled by a cabal of sentient cabbages. The likeness of the Glorious Cabbage Leader features prominently on the flag of Cabbagetown, which is proudly displayed by many households in the area, but which I did not get a good picture of during Thursday's walk because it was dark. The cabbages are benevolent, but their will is enforced by fearsome and triffidlike sunflower guardians (see above photo).

We walked all the way from Cabbagetown to the Danforth, where we had saganaki, which is Greek for "cheese that is on fire." The way it works is, you go to a Greek restaurant and order saganaki, and a man comes out with a piece of cheese on a plate, throws a shooter of ouzo over it, sets it on fire and yells "OPA!!", and it all happens so quickly you don't have time to turn your camera on. The cheese is delicious. Alison developed a sudden hankering for flaming cheese while we were in a parkette in Cabbagetown, and we were eating it less than an hour later, which is all the proof I need that I live in a world-class city.