Unexpected trip this week with Pat again
but this time in his black pick-up truck
delivering cut out stars to Exile in Kensington Market.
Waiting in his car I get a whiff of BBQ chicken.
Across the street I see the sign, 'Rasta Pasta'.
I love the name.
One could almost write a song.
I can't resist and get us lunch there. Inside is cozy and welcoming.
I am served by a friendly woman dishing out steamed vegetables and
fried plantain topped off with delicious BBQ chicken from the grill
cooked by her son I think.
Yum.
In the evening I'm with a friend returning home
after not being able to locate an art opening.
So frustrating! BUT,
Surprise!
My reward!
I find on King Street the 'Dairy-Belle' ice cream truck instead.
I am impressed by his outfit, a hat and bow tie and the perfect shirt.
Serving his soft ice cream he tells me once upon a time
he was a warehouse guy. Now he is working out his real passion.
I am an ice cream junky.
I shall be back and look for his perfect hot fudge Sunday.
One is never enough.
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