#opening a restaurant in ontario

[myironskilletblog]

10 Reasons Restaurant Franchises in Ontario Are Profitable

Start gaining high profit by investing in restaurant franchises in Ontario and manage food shops and restaurants of your choice with full franchisor support.

Plenty of restaurant franchises in Ontario offer excellent opportunities for entrepreneurs seeking profit. Managing a business is made easy with franchises thanks to their easy-to-use system. Both experienced and inexperienced entrepreneurs benefit from such companies.

Entrepreneurs nowadays want less risk when investing their money. Having access to a business with a solid foundation and a proven working business model is a fantastic opportunity for people who want to get into the food business.

With Ontario's vibrant and active community, it’s easy enough to put up a restaurant or food shop and attract customers. The great thing about popular restaurants and brands is that they’ve already established loyal customers interested in buying from their restaurants.

What Is a Restaurant Franchise?

Franchise restaurants are businesses owned by a more prominent company. When you buy a franchise, you purchase the rights to run someone’s brand, but you don’t technically own the business. You must follow the rules and protocols when running these types of companies.

Everything from the menu, the service, and the business model is already predefined. All you have to do is to follow the instructions and run the business according to how it’s already run in other franchises.

Even though these companies are rigorous regarding how entrepreneurs should manage the units, it has a lot of advantages. One is the tremendous amount of support that the brand gives you. They will provide you with training, support, and assistance regarding supplies and marketing plans.

Reasons to Invest in Restaurant Franchises in Ontario

Deciding on the franchise you wish to buy can take time and effort. Before you choose a brand, you should familiarize yourself with them. It also helps to know the culture of the brands and what products and services they offer.

Below are some reasons why restaurant franchises in Ontario are often successful and profitable. When it comes to Ontario, there are countless popular restaurants to franchise and plenty of opportunities to grab.

Having a Competitive Market

Ontario is known to be among the top-ranked places where the business climate is excellent. The location also has more streamlined regulations and low energy pricing. That’s why investors start-up businesses there owing to the low-risk investment climate.

More Value for Multi-Unit Restaurants

There has been growth with franchises open in more than one location. Plenty of modern franchises are multi-unit, successfully establishing their brand and presence to more people. It’s all about taking advantage of a proven business model and the ability to open franchises in more than one location.

Major Markets Are Easily Accessible

Having a base in Ontario means reaching out to about 450 million customers in North America. The transportation infrastructure in Ontario is one of the best, which means that you cantilever products and services efficiently and conveniently.

Suppliers Are Easy to Find

For a restaurant franchise to work, you must have regular and quick access to suppliers. Ontario gives you the option to access more than 200 agricultural commodities in the local area. That means you can access fresh ingredients throughout the province.

Stable Marketplace

Ontario is considered the most efficient North American hub for global businesses. Entrepreneurs interested in opening successful franchises can take advantage of the market's diversity, activity, and stability.

Fast-Growing Food Industry

The food industry is steadily growing in Ontario. The area has become one of the best places to generate future income, especially for restaurant franchises. Compared to other business franchises, restaurants are one of the most successful.

The Variety of Customers

It’s worth the risk to start franchises in areas that have variety when it comes to customers. There are smaller franchisers that are forced to yield when they are faced with limited customers. However, if you operate in an area with diverse customer tastes, it’s easier to cater to a broader palette.

The Population Likes to Eat Out

People love going out to eat in Ontario, and it grows each time new people visit the area. Those who move in and arrive for a holiday can be considered potential customers. One of the main reasons people like eating outside is that they don’t want to cook at home and prefer more convenience in their food options.

You Won’t Run Out of Franchise Options

Owing to the diversity in population in Ontario, you won’t have problems picking a restaurant franchise. Since plenty of people in the population have a variety of tastes, you can choose specific cuisines and still have customers entering the restaurant.

Generate Better Income

Ontario has a good business climate that contributes to generating higher incomes. You are in an area where food choices are plenty, the marketplace is reasonable, and you have easy access to your suppliers. Opening up a franchise and finding yourself successful with a good amount of revenue is possible.

Choosing the Right Brand

How can you choose the right brand to work with when you’re interested in franchising? The decision depends on what your preferences are for food. You could go for popular restaurant names or niche food companies if you plan to cater to a specific crowd.

You can always attract customers in the Ontario area. For entrepreneurs who need more experience in the food business, franchises are the best option. Some brands might look for those with experience, but it’s not a heavy requirement for most companies.

Less Risk and More Profit

Go for a brand you’re most comfortable with or are most familiar with compared to others. Knowing more about the brand will make it easier for you to adapt to its rules. Remember that running businesses like these means everything you do is under their supervision.

Since there is a lesser risk when running these restaurants, you won’t have to worry about losing your investment or profit. Franchisors will make sure to give you the support and the training that you need to improve your sales.

The business models for these kinds of businesses are already tried and tested. The central branch well accounts for everything from the supplies, staff training, marketing, and equipment. That’s why it’s always the best option to buy restaurant franchises in Ontario that you genuinely like.

[pizzapizza14]

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[deadmotelsusa]

Novelty architecture: a type of building in which structures are designed as familiar shapes such as characters, animals, food, clothing items or household objects. Each one is usually kitschy, gaudy, and eye-catching. This style is also known as ‘mimetic,’ ‘programmatic’ or 'duck' architecture.

Leamington, Ontario's big tomato, circa 1961, is a classic example of this type of building. While it served as a tourist information booth for six decades, water damage and mold forced it to close in 2019. For 5 years, it sat deteriorating. In 2024, the Leamington council approved a restoration project, stating that the tomato is “representation of the area’s rich history and culture." The tomato's days are not over yet.

I've included a few more then + now views of novelty architecture: An owl cafe in New Mexico, a sombrero restaurant in South Carolina, a shoe house in Pennsylvania, an elephant in New Jersey, a big orange in Florida and an airplane-gas-station in Tennessee. Each of these buildings are alive, well and open for business. Most, if not all, have had ongoing restoration efforts and have all been lovingly cared for over the years.

[little-boyyyy-blog]

back to america

jessie fleming x reader

when jessie makes the to move to portland, you were the only thing on her mind. yet still somehow. you make the biggest move of your relationship.

“i missed you.” the brunette girl you had missed so passionately whispered against the soft skin of your neck. your arms going and wrapping over jessie’s shoulders as you kept the door open with your foot.

“i missed you more jay”

there was a few bags behind the girl; knowing the the rest were getting flown out later in time. jessie and you had spent months (years) going back and forth over the idea of her making the move back to the states from west london. she had always fallen homesick, missing being so close to her parents and longtime girlfriend.

even while at ucla; jessie causally saw her family and friends. either making the trip up to london, ontario on school breaks or her family flying down on their long weekends to spend time with their girl. jessie and her family were thick as thieves. and she’d been telling anyone who asked that, that very reason was why she wanted to come back.

but she had also missed you. and she had just started subconsciously thinking of you as family.

but long distance had been extremely hard on you as a pair. and after you secured a job that was somewhere you felt like settling down at; at least for a while. you started not being able to take off nearly as much time as you could while finishing your masters and working a small restaurant job.

so once she did decide on coming back to the states, she wasted no time in coming home. and by that she meant you. and your high rise apartment that she loved dearly.

“there’s never been a longer plane ride a day in my life.”

jessie and you had met in a shared 3rd year kinetics and transport in material engineering class. it was one of the hardest classes you both had to face in the first 3 years at ucla. that was until you both had ended up in a group of 6 for your midterm final.

you had obviously known who jessie was, everyone did at ucla. but you also knew you had no chance at the gorgeous girl; subsequently leading to never letting you set yourself up for failure by even starting a conversation.

keeping your head down and your eyes away from the soccer stars vicinity allowed you to miraculously never end up in a position to gain a further crush on her. for three years at that! but once you were placed in the same group as her for your midterm, there was absolutely no point in trying.

“do you think anyone else is actually going to show up for this?” presley asked, is hands on his hips as he looked out the door. “it’s only 5:51, just sit down and relax”

he turned and squinted his eyes, causing you to crack a laugh from your friend. “i hate you.”

“no you don’t.”

“i showed up?” presley’s friend piped off; looking up from his computer to now watch the door. “we knew you would canonn, thank you for being early.” presley rolled his eyes before looking back out into the hall. “oo! jenny is here!”

“jenny?” you questioned.

“short blonde who sits front row? always has a question no matter the situation or subject?”

“ah jenny..” you mumbled. well let’s hope she’s useful. or at least more useful than you and some good ole google.

as the time ticked on further until 6’o clock; you found yourself letting out a small sigh of relief. as frustrating as it may be to have to carry the weight of one person in a group you couldn’t help but find a positive of jessie not being there. you didn’t have to face her. that gorgeous gorgeous face.

it was a matter of time. you knew you’d have to come face to face with the brunette who didn’t even know you existed; but you had felt a small amount of relief at it not being today.

but even without the girl your group started hitting the ground running; you working on your computer as the others gave you the information to type down onto the shared slides. the group had been mostly focused on creating an easily accessible but slightly complex introduction to a prototype for the project.

“-i am so sorry! is this group 3 for dr. kimmich’s class?” your eyes shot up from your computer, only to lock with your forever-far away crush. you knew your lips parted, no words coming out but parted as you stared at the beautiful girl. “yes it is! glad you could join us!” presley shot up from his seat, is coffee in hand as he quickly made his way to the brunette.

the last open seat was placed directly infront of you, so as presley ushered the girl in. you were shitting bricks.

the group picked up right where it left off. and jessie ended up being more useful than anyone else. she was insanely good at any engineering class it seemed; but you had never seen it first hand until now.

you could have caught many flies with the way your lips stayed parted and your eyes fixated on the soccer player. her hair was in a messy bun, wearing a ucla soccer shirt an a pair of grey sweats. she looked other-worldly.

you loved how bright her smile was and how her eyebrows furrowed inwards when she didn’t completely understand something. presley has landed multiple kicks to your shin, giving you the crazy eyes and mumbling under his breath everytime for you to stop staring.

you never really could.

“come on, let’s get your stuff inside” you pulled away from her embrace, stealing a peck from her lips and pushing her off to the side. stuggling but managing to pick up the few (four) duffle bags off of the ground and bringing them into your apartment.

“you say let’s and then bring them all in yourself”

“don’t want my pretty girl to hurt herself”

pushing through your bedroom door and placing them on the foot of your bed. jessie found her way behind you; wrapping her arms around your torso as you quickly unzipped one of her bags.

you were prepared to unpack her things, wanting to set up home base for her to make her feel more peaceful with the big change. and you shamelessly knew she’d find a way to wrap her arms around you as you did such. you both had spent 100’s of trips doing the small motions; and this one felt better as you knew it would one of the last.

pulling out all of her shirts and shorts as she laid kisses on the inside of your neck; whispering her ‘i miss you’s’ on the soft skin. having to resist your girlfriend as she continued even through your groans and teasing comments about her being a horny boy.

actually; that probably was one of the traits of jessie’s. she could easily be found herself getting lost in your neck any second possible; even in very public settings or terrible timed events.

“mm jess, get some hangers please” you pushed her away from you, you hand pressing against her hip and tapping for her to move. “fine.” she placed another soft kiss to your neck before scurrying off.

a small smile coming across your face as you continued pulling out her clothes. laying out the shirts flat on the bed and unfolding her pants/sweats only to refold them in a way that would make hanging them up on the hangers easier.

“where did your clothes go?” jessie questioned as she came out of the closet, arms filled with hangers.

of course she noticed right away.

“they are packed up” you rolled your eyes at your girlfriend, she had never been known for her abilities to pick up on subtle details. but she had to pick on this one?

“going on a trip? for what? a month?” she joked; sighing deeply as you grabbed the hangers out of her hands and started hanging up her shirts. a small smile coming across your lips as you caught the end of a portland jersey inbetween your fingertips. “more so months.”

portland has always loved their canadians; and jessie was absolutely no exception to that. so when she got the offer, there was absolutely no way she was going to decline it.

and trust, you understood why portland loved canadians so much. just look at yours?!

“baby what’s going on? there’s a lot of things missing?”

you swallowed your heartbeat down, feeling the anxiety of the impending implications coming faster than expected. you had secretly prayed that she wouldn’t have started questioning things until maybe a few days in.

you had cleared out space in your shower caddie for her own products, a little space on your bedside table for her things to take up. you had even set up an extra key ring by your door for her to be able to hang her keys up on; a brand new key to your apartment occupied it currently. one that she didn’t even know existed.

you watched as her head started looking through the room, her eyes going from the closet to you, to the bathroom door, the nightstand, under the bed, and moving to go to your armoire.

you placed your hand on the soft skin of her forearm, drawing her attention back to you; stopping her from moving around the room to see what else is missing.

taking a deep breath before you even looked at the brunette-girl eyes. “i love you jess, i have since our first group project junior year..” her right arm going around your waist, holding you as your hand gripped on the other girls forearm.

“..you’ve chased ever dream you’ve ever wanted and truthfully got them. making them more and your own in the process. you’ve shown me incredible elegance and composure in some of the hardest times of our relationship and i truly don’t see myself living this life with anyone else..” jessie’s grip found its way to somehow thighten; holding you almost flush against her as you stared up into her eyes.

your eyes watered at the look of complete awe she happened to hold in her beautiful face, incomparable to any 7 wonder or model you’ve ever seen. “..you’ve made the biggest move; the riskiest move of your career to come and make us work. and i would hate myself for not at least asking. so. will you move in with me?”

her smile reflected the same one you given her the day you said yes to her when she asked you on your first date. her hands now both coming up to hold your face as she looked at you; as if she was completely infatuated with you now.

“no way did you just ask me that?”

growing slightly shy at her gaze , you feel your own cheeks heat up in the hold of the girls rough palms. one of your own hands coming up and lightly clasping around her left wrist. a small nod coming from you as you felt embarrassment start to creep up. the lack of anwser made your brain run wild. “if you feel like it’s too soon or too much change at one time i completely un-“

“too soon? i tried countless times to have you move to england with me. i had hoped to quietly make myself at home but this is even better.” she shook her head at your self doubt. almost in amazement that you could even imagine something of the sort. “yes y/n. id love to move in with you.”

“really?”

“i can’t believe you’re re asking me that. im absolutely fucking sure.” her lips coming down to silence any response you could think of. and let’s just say those clothes did get folded and hung up. just happened to be the next morning.

[lvndrfucks]

Cole Preston was on his last straw.

When it came to feelings and liking someone, he was usually a reserved person. He didn’t make it too obvious, but tried to make it known that he viewed you more than a friend. It was the little things. He remembered your favorite restaurant, your usual coffee order, why you hated wearing polka dots (it was just ugly, in your opinion.)

A person would think they’d catch onto these signs. Especially when it had been six months now. Six months of him pining after you and you thinking “wow, he’s such a good friend.”

Even after uttering those words, he didn’t give up. Now, Cole was determined to tell you how he truly felt. No matter how frustrating your obliviousness could be.

Dinner had just ended and the group of friends decided to try to find an open ice cream shop. While everyone else was ahead, you were lingering in the back with Cole. You were busy looking around the shops while he was busy looking at you.

At the slightest shiver, he was already removing his jacket.

“Are you cold?”

Before you could protest, his leather jacket was already placed over your shoulders.

You smiled at him. “Thanks.” You pushed your arms through the sleeves, savoring the warmth.

He nodded and shoved his hands into his pockets. “So, how was your food? Considering you ate half of mine too.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “It’s not my fault your food looked good too. And I liked mine. Ugh, I wish I tried Eva’s spaghetti, though.”

“But doesn’t spaghetti usually make you sick?”

You groaned, leaning into his arm. You didn’t feel him tense at your touch.

“I know, but it’s so good.”

“Well, if you had it, I think you’d be puking your guts out right now.” He chuckled slightly.

“Yeah, you’re right. As usual.” Your nose scrunched up as you smiled at him.

He even knew what food you couldn’t have. If that didn’t scream romance, he didn’t know what did.

Cole suddenly felt chilled as you let go of his arm. He glanced down at your hands swaying at your sides. Maybe if he just…

His fingers twitched the closer he got. Just when he felt the skin of your knuckles touch his, it was ripped away immediately by your gasp.

“I found one!” You pointed across the street at the ice cream shop.

The group let out noises of excitement and quickly ran over. You looked at Cole with a wide smile, grabbing his wrist to catch up. He looked down his arm.

This was close enough, right?

“I’m hopeless.” Cole laid across the couch with his arm over his eyes. “I’m gonna be single forever. And live alone with my one cat. Then, die with no one attending my funeral.”

Dylan and Braedon looked at each other.

“Don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic,” Dylan questioned. “Why don’t you just tell her?”

“I’ve tried!”

“Have you actually?”

Cole peeked over with one eye to see them both looking with raised eyebrows. He groaned while sitting up.

“I thought she would’ve caught on by now. We always hang out together, we’ve both slept over at each other’s places, she’s even worn my clothes,” Cole listed.

“Come on, man. We all know she can be a little…blind when it comes to relationships,” Braeden said. “She introduced Eva and I and didn’t know we were dating until the two month mark. You just gotta be upfront about it. What’s holding you back?”

“I’m scared, okay? What if she doesn’t like me back and— and she’s just messing with my feelings? Like it’s all some game to her.”

“Do you really believe that? After knowing her for so long,” Dylan asked.

Cole huffed and leaned back on the couch. “No.”

“Remember during our Ontario show and she brought brownies,” Dylan recalled, making Cole nod. “She made you brownies. She didn’t even give us any.”

“Which I took offense to,” Braeden chimed in.

“Or when you were sick, she didn’t leave your side until you were better. You said she made you soup and cleaned up your apartment. I don’t think she would do that for us.”

A smile appeared on Cole’s face at the memory. “You really think she likes me?”

“She probably doesn’t even realize it,” Dylan said. “If you can’t say out loud how you feel, try writing it.”

That’s exactly what Cole did. He spent the entire night composing the perfect letter that told you exactly how he felt. Now, all he had to do was give it to you. He was debating whether or not to run away afterwards.

Cole called your name from across the park. You turned around and waved, meeting him halfway. You greeted him with a hug, as you always did.

“Hey, what did you want to talk about? And why at the park?” You wondered.

“Just…thought it was a nice day out.” Not because the park was when Cole realized he had feelings for you. He cleared his throat. “Yeah, but there is something I wanted to talk to you about.”

He felt like he was breathing too heavily. His stomach began to churn at the very thought of the letter weighing down his pocket.

“Are you okay? You seen nervous,” you observed.

“What? Me? Nervous? Pfft, no.”

You stared for some time before smiling. “Okay. So, what do you wanna tell me?”

“Right, um…” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the letter. “I—“

The two of you yelped as the sprinklers suddenly went off. It happened so quickly. You both ran towards the sidewalk, but it was no use. You were already drenched from head to toe, as was Cole.

And the letter.

He looked at the paper in disappointment as it began to rip pitifully in his hands.

You laughed lightly. “Well, that was unexpected.” You looked at the paper. “What’s that?”

“It’s um…a song I was working on. I wanted to show you and get your opinion. Kind of pointless now.” He dumped the remains into the nearby trashcan. Along with his dignity.

“Aw, I’m sorry.” You frowned, placing a consoling hand on his shoulder. “How about we dry up at my place and see if we can try to remember any of the song, okay?”

Even in the most glum situations, you still managed to put a smile on Cole’s face.

It was late at night when you texted Cole. He was a little confused to why you asked to come over. You were always welcomed anytime, which was exactly what he told you. What he didn’t expect was to find you in near tears in your best clothing.

“What happened?” He immediately asked while pulling you inside.

The two of you sat on the couch. You wouldn’t make eye contact, but he could see the faint wobble of your lower lip.

“I had a date tonight,” you informed.

“Oh.”

A date…

While he was stuck at home throwing Cheez-Its into his mouth, you were out with someone else.

“Did something happen? Did he do something?” Cole prepared himself for the worst.

“No, he just,” you sighed deeply, wrapping your arms around your stomach, “it was so awkward. We had nothing in common and everything just felt forced. I offered to get food since we didn’t really establish a plan, and he immediately assumed I would pay. Then, he continued to make comments on how it looked like I ‘didn’t eat’ and it just made me uncomfortable. But, apparently to him, the date when great.”

Cole hated seeing you upset. He hesitantly wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You leaned into his touch.

“I’m sorry your date didn’t go well. If you don’t mind me asking, why’d you go out with him in the first place,” Cole asked.

“I don’t know. My friend set me up. She said I should try dating again.” You sat up straight to look at him. “But it’s just hard. I don’t like throwing myself out there. I like building the relationship first, starting off as friends and getting to know each other. Like us, you know?”

He gulped. “Yeah. Just like us.”

“I don’t know.” You looked down. “Sometimes I feel like I’m not the type of person to love.”

“What? What do you mean?”

You scoffed. “I’m in my mid-twenties and I’ve never been in a stable relationship. All I’ve had were bad flings and failed talking stages. I just want what everyone else around me has. I just want somebody to love me without feeling the need to.” You let your head drop into your hands as you sniffed. “I’m sorry. I’m just talking out of my ass right now.”

Cole could’ve done it right then and there. He could’ve told you that he’s always loved you without feeling forced to. That you came into his life so unexpectedly and now he won’t let you go.

But he couldn’t.

It didn’t seem fair in the state you were in. Right now, what you needed was a friend. That was something he could do.

He rubbed your back gently while calling your name. “You’re gonna find someone one day. Because how could anyone not love someone like you.”

“Someone so emotional?” You teased while wiping your cheeks.

Cole chuckled. “Yes. And stubborn, and hard-headed, and a little bit of anger issues—“

“If I wanted to be insulted, I would’ve gone to Braeden.”

“But,” he paused, “someone is going to love all those sides of you. Not a person you pretend to be just to feel loved.”

You stayed silent at first until a small smile appeared on your face.

“I wish all guys could be as sweet as you.”

Your head fell onto Cole’s shoulder with closed eyes. His jaw clenched as a frown appeared on his face. Why is she looking for different guys to love when he was right in front of her?

Cole had a hard time sleeping that night. He was up early the next day, his leg bouncing up and down while he sat on the living room couch. You were in the other room, fast asleep, in his clothes on his bed.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He was losing his mind. If he wasn’t honest about his feelings for you in the next second, he feared he might explode.

“Good morning.” His head snapped up at your voice. “I thought you left. Made me feel like those one night stands,” you joked.

“I really need to talk to you,” Cole stated.

You stared, a little confused, but took a seat next to him, nevertheless. His hands clenched and unclenched around the fabric of his sweatpants as he struggled to look at you. You sat ever so patiently.

“Are you feeling okay,” you asked. You placed your hand over his, but he quickly ripped it away.

He couldn’t think straight.

“No, I’m not okay, actually.” Cole took a deep breath in, finally making eye contact. “I…I like you.”

…

…

“Well, I like you too, silly.”

Cole face-palmed.

“No, no. I mean, I like-like you. More than friends.”

Your brows furrowed. “What?”

“Oh, my God,” he muttered under his breath. “How do I do this?”

He rotated his body to fully face you and took both of your hands in his. There was a surprised look on your face at the warm feeling at his touch.

Cole spoke your name once. “I like you in a way that would involve us being more than friends. And not just best friends. Like…I want to be that person you learn to love.”

At his last word, it was like realization dawned over you.

Oh, Cole.

You looked at the boy in front of you that resembled a lost puppy. The same boy who knew your favorite chocolate was dark, the same boy who binge watched your favorite shows with you, the same boy who gave you flowers on multiple occasions for no reason.

You could see it now. Everything he’s done for you. With you.

He liked you.

And you liked him too.

Cole felt his heart clench as you laughed. He was ready to leave, but your hands didn’t let go of his.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“Somewhere to hide in shame.” There was small annoyance in his tone as he looked away.

“No, Cole,” you chuckled, “I’m sorry I laughed. It’s because I can’t believe I never knew you had feelings for me.”

“Yeah, yeah, very funny.”

“Cole,” you called out gently. This time, he looked at you. “I like-like you too. In a more than best friends way.”

“…Really?”

“Yes, really. And I’m sorry I never saw it before. I guess everything between us felt so natural, I never questioned the fact that how I felt about you was different from everyone else. And I don’t need to learn how to love you. I already do.”

Cole’s cheeks hurt from grinning so hard. “Wow. Saying you love me before the first date.”

You rolled your eyes, pulling your hands away. “Okay, Mr. Hot Shot.”

“Wait, wait, wait.” He pulled you back to his side before you could move away. “I just got you. You can’t get away that easily.”

You laughed, letting yourself ease against his body. Your legs draped over his lap as his arms wrapped around your waist.

“So, now what,” you questioned.

“Now,” he tucked your hair back behind your ear, letting his knuckle graze over your cheek softly, “I take you on a date. Then, a second. Then, a third. Then, maybe, I’ll ask if I can be your boyfriend.”

“Ahh, okay. And maybe, I’ll say yes.”

“How do I make sure that yes is definite?”

You shrugged. “I guess you really have to wow me on these next three dates.”

Cole nodded. “Then, the first one starts now with breakfast.” You shrieked in surprise as he lifted you up from the couch and started walking to the kitchen. “The third date should finish around dinner, right?”

[oldshowbiz]

Open Kitchen - Stem Restaurant - Toronto, Ontario.

[newsfromstolenland]

Ontario's primary liquor retailer says it will not be opening some stores during the ongoing strike, walking back its initial plan to reopen select locations with limited hours, starting Friday.

In a statement posted on its website Sunday, the Liquor Control Board of Ontario (LCBO) said it will be "re-allocating the personnel that were planned to open LCBO retail stores for in-store shopping" to online retail sales operations.

"This pivot means that we will be able to improve how we serve Ontario bars and restaurants to help increase product selection, availability, and expedited delivery," its statement reads, adding that more details will be shared directly with its customers."

This means LCBO retail stores will no longer be open for the duration of the strike."

The company previously said it would open 32 locations for limited hours after 14 days of a strike.

Roughly 9,000 unionized workers with the LCBO began strike action more than a week ago. The Ontario Public Service Employees Union (OPSEU), which represents the striking workers, has called for the provincial government to either reconsider that part of its plans for privatized booze sales or make the LCBO whole for lost revenue.

As of Friday, talks between the workers' union and the LCBO have broken off completely, with no end to the strike in sight.

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Tagging: @allthecanadianpolitics

[allthecanadianpolitics]

Councillors in Toronto are set to consider keeping warming centres open 24-7 for the rest of the winter amid growing calls for homelessness to be declared a public health crisis in the city.

Most of Ontario was under extreme cold warnings late last week, with frigid temperatures presenting greater risks for those without proper shelter.

Calls to keep warming centres open around the clock in Toronto have been growing, with community workers and medical providers saying the city policy to open them once temperatures reach -15 C, or -20 C with wind chill, is cruel, not based in evidence and could be causing preventable cold-related injuries.

The centres open at 7 p.m. on the day an alert is issued and stay open until noon on the day an alert ends.

Coun. Alejandra Bravo -- who helped introduce a motion that recommends the city provide 24-7 indoor warming locations until April 15 -- said a lack of available spaces to take shelter from the cold means those experiencing homelessness are taking refuge in unsuitable public spaces.

"We're in a situation where public libraries, the transit system, 24-hour restaurants, all manners of buildings people can access are actually de facto shelter spaces right now," said Bravo. [...]

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[jackhues]

back to toronto - mama's backstory

note: mama's nickname before she was mama is peach! there'll be a few chapters of this, just to give some backstory on mama and aus' relationship / life before peanut was born! and ik the game mentioned here is an away game, but for the sake of the story, we'll pretend it's a home game

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the energy in toronto was different than anywhere else. it was why peach loved the city.

she grinned to herself as they made their way through the downtown traffic. while almost everyone hated toronto traffic, it wouldn’t ruin her good mood. it was the day before opening night for the toronto maple leafs, and peach was back in the city she practically grew up in. it was going to be a good day, she could tell.

william nylander parked his car outside his house, ushering peach and the hughes inside.

just a few years ago, willy had been living with peach and the hughes in their toronto home, and now peach was here with her younger brothers to spend the week with him.

“oh! that’s so cool!” jack grinned, immediately dropping his bag on the floor and going to a framed and signed jersey on the wall.

peach rolled her eyes, clearing her throat and motioning to jack’s duffel bag that he threw on the floor.

“oh yeah,” jack muttered, coming back and shouldering his duffel bag.

peach laughed, flicking her younger brother lightly, before addressing willy. “where do you want us to put our bags?”

“just right here,” willy led them to the back, where he had two spare rooms available. 

peach took the smaller one, while her brothers shared the other room. peach spent the first day back in toronto exploring kensington market with her brothers. she missed that one burger restaurant more than she’d like to admit.

before any of the hughes had realized it, they were gearing up for the toronto maple leafs first game of the season, against the ottawa senators. peach had her ‘nylander’ jersey on, seats near the glass, and was impatiently waiting for puck drop.

the game was intense — the battle of ontario always was. with the leafs new rookie, auston matthews, scoring all four goals for the team, the leafs had managed to push the game to overtime.

“i hate overtime,” quinn muttered from next to luke.

peach was too busy trying not to tear her hair out to answer.

“matthews is scoring the game winner,” jack grinned from next to her, bouncing in his seat. “i’m calling it from now.”

“he already has four goals,” luke said from between quinn and peach. “you think he’s gonna score the ot goal also?”

“it’s auston matthews!” jack emphasized. “if anyone will score the fifth and game winning goal, it’s him.”

“careful, jack,” peach joked. “your man-crush is showing.”

quinn and luke laughed, while jack merely rolled his eyes. 

it was true. jack had gone to the leafs store and bought an overpriced auston matthews jersey before the game because they were all sold out online. he had this idea that matthews was going to be the saviour of the franchise.

peach had to admit that he was probably the leafs’ best chance in a really long time.

the puck dropped for ot, play continuing on both sides. it didn’t last very long, considering the senators scored less than forty seconds into the first overtime.

there was a chorus of groans from the fans in the arena as the goal horn sounded. 

the game was fun to watch, and the leafs played good, but ottawa just got a good goal in at the end. 

“i hate this team,” jack muttered, shaking his head to himself.

“no you don’t,” quinn rolled his eyes, the four siblings waiting for the crowds to empty a bit before heading to the tunnel.

willy trudged out a few minutes later, managing a smile at the sight of the four hughes kids. peach hugged willy quickly, the rest of the boys exchanging fist bumps as they began talking hockey. peach rolled her eyes at the boys, leaning against the wall as she waited for them to finish so they could go get some ice cream. peach loved hockey, but she wasn’t like her brothers where she needed to talk about it twenty-four/seven.

it’s jack’s unusual silence that drew peach’s attention back to the boys’ conversation.

luke and quinn were talking to willy about a play in the third period, one that led to ottawa’s goal. surprisingly, jack remained silent during this, breathing funny as he tried to stay calm.

“what’s wrong?” peach nudged jack’s foot.

jack motioned towards his right, where two leafs players were talking to each other. peach narrowed her eyes, recognizing auston matthews and frederick anderson, the goalie, deep in conversation. 

“quit fangirling,” peach tried not to laugh as jack ducked his head when his favourite rookie glanced over.

willy whistled towards freddie and auston, smiling as they came over. 

“guys, this is auston and freddie,” he motioned towards them. “these are the hughes kids. they were my billet family when i first came to toronto.”

peach put a hand on jack’s shoulder to keep him from bouncing, smiling at the two leafs players.

“you guys played a good game,” peach said to the two, hoping to raise their spirits somewhat.

being part of a family of athletes, peach knew it was hard to console yourself after an overtime loss. she appreciated words of comfort from her friends after those games, and even if she wasn’t ‘friends’ with these two players, she hoped they could still find some comfort in her words.

auston smiled back quickly, “thanks.”

peach noticed jack’s breathing beginning to go funny again, and she patted him as inconspicuously as she could on his back, reminding him to be normal.

“can i get your autograph?” jack asked auston.

“uh… yeah, sure,” auston blinked, taking the marker from jack and signing his jersey.

he was still new to toronto, and not at all used to giving autographs and taking selfies with fans.

jack grinned happily, and peach already knew he was planning on framing the jersey somewhere back home.

auston walked away as the hughes siblings and willy left as well, trying to get the pretty one and her smile out of his head.

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[rabbitcruiser]

Yellowknife, NWT (No. 4)

The Wildcat Café is the most famous restaurant in town and a favourite for visitors during the summer. It was opened in 1937 by Willy Wiley and Smokey Stout. The small addition at the front door was built in 1939 and was used as an ice cream parlour. The café closed in 1951 and was due for demolition until a group of local citizens formed the Old Stope Association to preserve the building. In 1979, the Wildcat Café was reopened as a summer restaurant and continues to operate under the protection of the City of Yellowknife. The building is a designated heritage site and celebrated with a replica in Canada’s Museum of Civilization in Ottawa, Ontario.

The summer of 1946 was a busy time for air traffic in Yellowknife as the hunt for gold was on. This building was a modern facility when finished by its first owners, Canadian Pacific Airlines, who held a virtual monopoly on air flights in the north during and immediately after the war. It had an office, dispatch, warehouse, passenger waiting room, and staff accommodations upstairs. In the early days it was the scene of many parties and banquets. Subsequent owners included Associated Airways, Pacific Western Airlines, Northward Aviation, Air Dogrib, and Adventure Air. In the 1990s it operated as a micro-brewery and part of the décor was a wing of a Beaver airplane which was the bar counter. It was designated a heritage site in 1992.

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[bjfinn]

since you reblogged — something I want to know about you: What is your fondest memory?

My fondest memory? That's a tough one ...

How do I choose from sixty years' worth of memories the one that deserves the honour of being my fondest? Should it be one about time spent with my parents, or a friend, or a memory of something that happened when I was alone? Should it be a memory of a kindness from a stranger?

I really can't choose just one to be my favourite memory ... so I'll give you a list just off the top of my head.

- The smell of my father's pipe tobacco (the brand was Amphora Red) -- I was about eight when he quit, but all these years later I can still recall that fragrance. I don't smoke, but if I did I'd smoke a pipe with that brand of tobacco.

- The taste of my mother's cooking.

- Watching the Irish Rovers on TV. They had a half-hour musical comedy variety show on CBC TV that aired Sunday evenings (1971-1976), and I was in love with them -- especially Jimmy Ferguson. When he died in 1997 I cried like a baby. RIP, Big Jim.

- Taking my dog to the park.

- Listening to music with my da.

- Taking part in school plays and variety shows.

- Opening presents on Christmas morning.

- Sam the Record Man -- I went there at least once a week (a couple of weeks ago I found out that the last one left, located in Ontario, is closing for good -- the end of an era).

- My friend Nolan -- we lost touch years ago, and I have no way of getting back in touch with him. He was my best friend and the love of my life. I never told him how I really felt -- back then I was too scared of losing his friendship if he didn't feel the same way -- it was the '80s, and homophobia was at a fever pitch because of AIDS. It's something I'll always regret.

- PJ's Pet Centre. The one in the Alexis Nihon Plaza, which closed decades ago, had a front part with pet supplies as well as puppies, kittens, hamsters, guinea pigs, etc (this was before the general public found out about puppy mills and the like), but in back the only light was from the aquariums -- there were both fresh- and saltwater installations, and the most amazing variety of aquatic life in all the colours of the rainbow and beyond.

- Visiting the restaurants and shops in Chinatown with my ma.

- The sound of crickets on warm summer evenings.

- Fireflies twinkling in the bushes after dark.

- Walking along the river and coming upon a Great Blue Heron -- it was just standing on the bank, looking out over the water and looking for all the world like something from the Jurassic. I'd only ever seen pictures of them before, and I was awestruck.

- Seeing the aurora borealis in Saskatchewan -- if God exists, that's what He/She/It/They look like imo.

I could go on for hours, but I'll stop here -- you get the idea.

Thank you for the trip down memory lane.

[eyesthecolorofarson]

The world that harmed us

If you’d told him two weeks ago that he would be seriously discussing leaving the dimension with four used-to-be-strangers in a Kings Dominion he would have slowly backed up and thought you a drug addict.

But here he was, sitting at a picnic table in the shade away from the hustle and bustle of the amusement park, staring at the poke ball on the table as if it could change his life.

For years he tried to gain his father’s approval, to earn a place in his heart. And for years he failed, always compared to his siblings. Never the first like Dick, never the most loved like Jason, never the smartest like Tim, never never never.

He can’t remember when he gave up. Maybe it was after his birthday was forgotten the fifth time. Maybe when he was ignored for days at a time. Or maybe it was the first, and last, time Bruce told him he hated him.

Regardless of when, it didn’t take much for him to pack a bag and leave. It was hilariously easy, actually. You’d think someone would have noticed, but that just showed how little he meant to them. And a part of him was grateful.

In two days time he was out of New Jersey and halfway through Michigan. It was there that he met a rag tag group of metas his age also trying to leave the country.

Danny Fenton, Dove Elopeman, Noel Lok and Lydia Lippet had each been traveling–running away–alone before stumbling into each other and deciding to stick together. The four hoped Canada would be kinder to them as Dove was from Italy, Lydia Ireland, Noel California and Danny Illinois. Damian was then told of their “tragic backstory’s” as Lydia called it, and then had to share his own.

Dove was an orphan street rat who discovered she could control peoples minds after accidentally taking control of a soup kitchen. A few restaurants and a Kardashian later she was blacklisted by the Justice League who thought she was an up-and-coming supervillain and she’s been on the run ever since. Damian could tell she was hiding something, but it wasn’t his business so he said nothing.

Lydia was born with a very odd power—aspects of her life could be controlled like a game of DnD, all that was needed was a twenty-sided dice. If she rolled a twenty on intelligence, she would suddenly know enough about quantum physics to teach a college lecture. If she rolled a one she would forgot what colors were what. She also had a character sheet which affected rolls, and classed herself as a Bard.

She called the reason she ran away “The Crush™ Grape Soda Incident” and no one wanted to know what that meant.

Noel, also an orphan, used to be Californias weightlifting state champion before she was given an experimental steroid by her coach without her knowing. She didn’t realize she was a meta until she lifted her coaches beach house on, what was at the time, a funny joke. Her coach was arrested and the Justice League wanted to recruit her. Noel told them no, and when they kept trying she packed what she had and ran.

Danny’s parents were scientists who were desperate to prove ghosts were real. When their portal into the ‘Ghost Zone’ kept failing, they came to believe that the problem was they didn’t have a strong enough tie to this world to keep the portal open and stable. They decided to use Danny as that tie. This led to them turning on the portal with Danny inside, which led to Danny becoming ‘half’ ghost. When his parents tried to capture and experiment on him, he used his new ability’s and ran away.

All of that led to them putting their various abilities and life skills together to cross the Canadian border, meeting Damian a few days before they reached the border. After telling their stories and hearing his–and a high-speed boat-chase across Lake Michigan with the local police that he knows they’ll never let him live down–they continue their journey with odd but little interruptions.

When they finally crossed into Ontario it was close to three in the morning. They were all tense, each of them expecting someone they knew to jump out and drag them back. But no one did. And when they finally, finally, drove all they way through, they stopped in a forest and sat there in silence.

It was Noel who started laughing first. Him and Dove shared glances and wondered if she was ok mentally when Danny started laughing too. Then Lydia, Dove and he joined in. There was something freeing, something joyous in the air. They were out. They made it.

They fell asleep in a pile, and when they woke up they started driving again. (Lydia kept fighting him for ‘her turn’ to drive even though she admitted she didn’t know how to, as if Danny’s driving wasn’t bad enough)

They all agreed Ontario probably wasn’t safe enough so they kept going until they reached Nunavut. And then they celebrated their newfound freedom with a trip to an amusement park, a place neither of them have been before.

Damian won seven toss games and twelve stuffed animals bigger than him, Noel broke four test your strength games and won about ten thousand tickets, they used said tickets to but about fifty small toys and trinkets, Danny dragged all of them to every roller coaster and ride there was, Dove and Lydia got into a dance battle on a DDR that resulted in an all-out musical war(Lydia won) and they finished their day by buying half the candy store.

They’re food and prizes sat in the middle of the table for them to share as they giggled and joked in ways only sugar-high teens could. Danny and Lydia were in a thumb-war while Noel was messing with a puzzle. Dove was teaching him the pocky game and doing a really bad job at explaining, which was making him incredibly flustered.

However, in the middle of her explanation she fell silent. She looked at him as if she were seeing his soul, and then turned and looked at the others. Lydia cheered as she won and began tickling Danny, but shrieked as Noel began tickling her from behind. She watched before smiling and pulling something out of her bag and setting it in the middle of the pile.

It was…. a Poké ball?

It didn’t look like the other real-life poke balls he’d seen though. While those were bright plastic and bigger that his hand this one was metal and shiny, and was about the size of a tennis ball. The middle button also seemed to be slightly glowing.

“This is a portal to another dimension where Pokémon are real.” Dove said quickly, and everyone went quiet. “I know I sound insane, and I know you probably don’t believe me, but I know for a fact because I’ve been. I’ve seen it. In the world this takes you to Pokémon are real. And I think I know a way for the Justice League, the police, are parents too never find us again.”

They all stared at her for a minute, absorbing what she said. “Are you shitting us?” Lydia asked first, “Are you absolutely, one-hundred percent serious?” Dove nodded softly, biting her lip.

Damian surprised himself with his words. “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s get out of here.” Dove stared at him wide-eyed before Noel nodded. “Yeah, it’s not like I’ve got anything left here. Anyone got a reason they want to stay in boring-land and not become Pokémon trainers?”

Danny and Dove thought for a second while Lydia began listing all the Pokémon she wanted. They came up empty, and Dove began laughing. Damian asked if she was ok and she smiled at him. “I just thought you guys wouldn’t want to leave. I’ve been thinking about it the moment I found it.”

They discussed it a little more–names, Pokémon, money–before packing all their stuff and getting ready to leave the dimension.

“Hey, do you guys wanna be cheesy?” Danny asked, and put his hand on the poke ball. Noel snorted and put her hand over his. Lydia gasped and said “We could be even CHEESIER!” and put a peace sign over their hands.

He didn’t get it, but the others did. Danny and Noel made peace signs next to hers and he groaned. He got it, and Dove did too, giggling and putting her peace sign. Damian looked at their grinning faces, thought of his father—if he was missing him, if he regretted not loving him, if he even noticed that he was gone.

Fuck him, he thought, and finished the star. His friends cheered, Dove used her thumb to click the button—

and the poke ball opened, and they were sucked in.

When he came too he saw they were still making a star, but they were standing in a clearing a little ways away from a forest. They began looking around, and were dazzled by their surroundings.

Small little fairy’s with flowers–“Floettes!” Lydia cried–were everywhere, some were bigger with bigger flowers and in the distance there were about three giant ones that looked to have flowers for their heads. Small little orange hexagon-shaped bees buzzed around, and giant butterflies with big, magenta eyes flew about above them.

This, he thought, this is far better than being Robin. And as he ran with his new friends through the clearing, heading towards the city about the tree line, he knew he would never think about Gotham ever again.

~~~~~

this is just something I’ve had rolling around in my head on tumble dry for the past few days, and it’s not as useless as I thought it would be! It actually helped me flesh out backstory’s for the three original girls here. Descriptions under! Thanks for reading, and tell me what you think! And if–on the very unlikely chance–anyone who writes wants to write a story like this, please be my guest! Take it! You can do it, I believe in you!

Dove—Italian with honey skin and black curly hair that reaches below her shoulders. Her eyes are purple and glow a little when using her powers. A pastel goth, usually wearing skirts and knee high socks and heels-usually always thrifted or handmade

Lydia—African American with an Irish accent. Golden eyes and bright blue hair styled in a side-parted curly bob. Tomboyish with ripped jeans and a jean jacket, worn boots and shirt with memes on it

Noel—Native American with long and wild bright pink hair. Bright blue eyes and MEGA muscles. Usually wears dark jeans and her weightlifting varsity jacket-white sleeves, purple body, and teal accents on the cuffs and bottom and running shoes

[daisiesonafield-blog]

Info for Faith In The Future World Tour TORONTO, ON May 30 2023

With special guests THE ACADEMIC & SNARLS!

Important Times:

6PM: Doors Open

7:00 PM Snarls

7:45 PM The Academic

9PM Louis Tomlinson

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GA in in the back in the lawn.

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[blorbologist]

maggie! my sister and I are planning a road trip to canada this summer so as a canadian, anything you recommend doing, any absolute must sees?

!!! Oooh, have fun!

I can only really give concrete recommendations for Quebec and southern Ontario, and the later with less than a year of experience - so if you're headed to the prairies or BC I'm not much help.

For Québec:

If you stick to Montreal and the touristy areas, you lively won't need all that much French! Usually people clock that you're a tourist and will switch to English if they can. Less likely the farther you get from Montreal and the Townships.

Goes without saying, try a good poutine (There’s an invisible S in there, we pronounce it more like.. poutsine lmao)! Don't get it from a big chain except maybe Belle Province or Poutineville, the very best I've had have usually been from lil cantines. If they’re not using fresh cheese curds don't trust em.

Also Beaver Tails (a fried pastry brand). Usually have lil kiosks near events and sinfully good. My brother and I go bonkers for them.

In Montreal proper, I'd recommend a walk on Mt.Royal! I forget if the inside skating rink at Atwater is still available this time of year, but might be worth looking into. Vieux Montréal is a nice place to romp around, especially around the canals and the Atwater market. Avoid driving in and around MTL it's a living hell, move around by bus or metro(subway) if you can, you can get day passes easy enough. St.Catherine and Mt.Royal streets usually have fun stores and restaurants to poke around in, and the gay village is great! I'm pretty sure most amusement parks in the USA are bigger than La Ronde, so don't waste your time with it.

Zoo de Granby is one I went to a lot as a child and they do great conservation work and have beautiful exhibits + a fun water park! Bromont is great for winter fun, but wrong time of year, and their water park can be hit or miss.

Both Bromont and Sutton are great for hiking (I have good memories of getting up to a lake on Mt.Sutton just as the mist revealed it, so cool). Apparently so is Owl's Head, but I've only skii'd there. Bromont is expensive and the cops are real sticklers, Sutton is a lot smaller and personally I think more cute and chill.

Lac Brome/Lake Brome is just about the most anglophone place in the province outside of Montreal! You can do a lot of kayaking, boating and even just driving around the lake is nice. It is a tourist town with its businesses catered towards Montrealers weekending there, so everything is closed Mon/Tues but open over weekends. Just a very cute and anglophone town.

Memphremagog / Magog is both an okay town and a really great lake, bigger than Lac Brome if you'd rather get on the water there. Also fun local myths of a lake monster >:3c

If you like murder mysteries, Louise Penny based many locations in her series off of areas in the Townships - such as Brome Lake Books('s old location) and Abbey St.Benoit (which has great cheese). There are maps to help her fans run around and see the locations irl!

Due to the dairy industry there's a lot of great cheese and icecream in general. Coaticook has great icecream and a cool gorge (my ex lived there), but it’s very French so you might have trouble.

A personal highlight: drive up the St.Lawrence. it's gorgeous, sometimes there are whales, and just. Amazingly beautiful. Fuckoff cold water tho.

There are a ton if beautiful national parks in Quebec; Bic is a highlight personally.

For southern Ontario:

Niagara Falls is a mixed bag: the falls themselves are incredible, absolutely awe inspiring (I remember getting to my hotel room after and writing in a frenzy - the MIST from them hits you SEVERAL HUNDRED METERS AWAY). BUT the area around them are a tourist trap, overpriced and iffy.

I haven't run around Toronto much beyond getting lost going to n from the airport, but I've heard decent enough things?

Iirc there might be more Freedom Convoy bullshit going on in Ottawa, so keep an eye on the news if it's on your bucket list.

Also have heard p good things about the national parks, almost went camping with the other grads before schedule conflicts popped up.

Haven't done much due to gradschool unfortunately :c

I also know that Alberta has an incredible dinosaur museum with some amazing specimens, and Dinosaur Provincial Park is teaming with big fossils (almost went on a dig there but Covid happened).

Hope some of this helped!

[sophsicle]

WTF i didn’t know tim hortons was named after a hockey player and i’m Canadian. i feel very very stupid

WELL let me tell you about Tim Horton tbf i have no idea why he is called Tim because his name is Miles Gilbert "Tim" Horton?? where did the Tim come from? what is that short for? what kind of fucking nickname is tim??? these are questions i have

he was born in 1930 and he played during the Original Six era of hockey which is when the league was just the OG teams : Boston Bruins, Chicago Black Hawks, Detroit Red Wings, Montreal Canadiens, New York Rangers, and Toronto Maple Leafs

he's mostly a leafs guy:

back when that was a sick thing to be, he was an A+ defenceman and won 4 stanley cups (get it timmie) FUNFACT : players did not get paid very much money back in the day so he legit had to get a summer job in between seasons, mostly in the service industry, which is where he got the idea to start opening up businesses

he tries opening a bunch of restaurants and like a car dealership, but the one that takes off is Tim Hortons - the first location opens in 1964 in Hamilton Ontario In 1974, on his way back home from an away game, he decides to drive instead of taking the team bus, he's drunk and speeding, gets into a car accident and unfortunately dies which is a very depressing way to end this post but yeah, that's Tim Horton for you now a canadian icon

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Have you really been to Canada if you haven’t gotten a coffee from Tim Hortons?

The business was founded by Tim Horton, who played in the National Hockey League, from 1949 until his death in an auto crash in 1974. The first Tim Horton restaurant was located in North Bay, Ontario and sold hamburgers. The chain's first doughnut store opened on May 17, 1964 in Hamilton, Ontario under the name Tim Horton Donuts. The name was later abbreviated to "Tim Horton's" and then changed to "Tim Hortons" without the possessive apostrophe. It is Canada's largest quick-service restaurant chain, with 5,352 restaurants in 15 countries, as of June 30, 2022.