Nice Guy

Belly Dancing at The Sultan's Tent

Toronto Monday Night – Day one and I managed to find the nicest guy in all of Toronto. Even though he puts in 12-hour days trying to make a go of his funky little ’50s diner, he still finds time to volunteer for a wildlife organization that rescues wounded critters and nurses them back to health. So if Bambi gets smoked on the Trans-Canada, my guy is there to taxi him to the nearest animal hospital. He’s selfless, compassionate and chockfull of good karma. So I ask you: What kind of wicked woman wouldn’t fall in love with this dear sweet man?

Me, I’m afraid.

Don’t get me wrong, I like nice. Nice is good. It’s right up there with honest and faithful. But this particular “Nice Guy” is such a gentle, soft-spoken soul I feel like a loud, overbearing oaf in his company. Not good for the female ego – there’s a reason why “Natural Woman” has been a favourite with ladies throughout the generations. We don’t like feeling like oafs.

Still, we had a really good time feasting on an insanely tasty four-course Moroccan meal at The Sultan’s Tent & Café Moroc. We also did a little belly dancing while we were there. Which brings me to the pic. Judging my thighs in this photo, it may be time to cut back on all this dining out  - which I plan on doing asap…..just as soon as I hit three more of Toronto’s finest restaurants. Oh, and then next week I’ll be in Montreal, where I’ll have to try the bagels, smoked meat and poutine before I leave…Lets face it: I’m hooped. So here’s hoping they like ’em big in Newfoundland.

But I digress. 

After dinner, we went to Stones Place – an all-Stones-themed bar on Queen Street!!!! When Nice Guy told me about this fine drinking establishment, I thought my rock ‘n’ roll prayers had been answered. So you can imagine how disappointed I was when we got there and it was closed. But you can be sure I’ll be back for a little quality time with Mick and Keith before I leave Toronto. Speaking of T., can I just say how much I love this city. (But as a third-generation Vancouverite, I really can’t let this love-on for Hogtown get out.. or I could be stripped of my B.C. residency status….so Shhhhh)