Last week I was in Canada. The same province I went to in September with my mom for the Gilmore Girls Fan Fest in Unionville.
When I was there last, I had to drive into the city of Toronto to pick up Grant Lee Phillips, from the Drake Hotel. Yeah, NBD, just had the town troubadour in my car for forty minutes while I drove him to the festival.
Funny story about that is that when he first got in the car, my playlist was on a Grateful Dead song, and as we were chatting Grant mentioned something about it, acknowledging my amazing music taste. I was feeling pretty cool about myself until the next song came on, Justin Bieber’s How Do you Feel. So, that happened.
Before I picked Grant up, and subjected this professional musician to the Biebs, I went to the Drake Hotel Cafe, since I arrived earlier than he was expecting me. I saw that they had chocolate chip cookies and since I had reached my fast end time, I decided to partake. I got a flat white and a chocolate chip cookie.
And seriously y’all, this was the best chocolate chip cookie I have ever had. And I am a total cookie snob. It was amazing. Ah-mazing.
When I went last week, I went for business. I was meeting with some folks on my team and since half of them are international, Ontario was a good mid-point. Somehow…
My only mission for this trip was to get cookies from the Drake Hotel again. I was going to buy a whole dozen!
I didn’t go the first day, because my flight was delayed and I got in late. And I couldn’t go on the second day in the morning, but I was determined to go after my meeting ended in the afternoon.
I dropped my stuff off at the hotel and made the trek, on foot, to the Drake. It was 2.7 miles from my hotel, which may not seem like much, but believe me it was.
I feel like when I tell you that the lights to the cafe were off when I got there and the not-so-sympathetic woman at the front desk, told me that they don’t sell the chocolate chip cookies outside of the cafe, you won’t be too surprised. I honestly wasn’t either. Of course, it wasn’t open. Something I could have easily determined with a quick phone call, barring my crippling phone anxiety.
The cookies, may however, be available at the Drake Commissary, on the other side of town, the woman told me. Ugh, I wasn’t going to walk. But I also couldn’t pass up the opportunity to get my hands on these cookies!
So I booked a Lyft.
I practically ran up the steps to the Commissary, and could smell the sweet aroma of baked goods in the air. I was certain this was going to work.
Not only did the nice man at the register let me know know that said cookies were not in stock, he seemed not to know which cookies I was referring to.
I gushed at him for a few minutes, about how these were the best cookies I’d ever had and that I had flown all the way from Connecticut, US to get them. He was really nice about it, and was apologetic that he didn’t have them. He also charged me for only one cookie, when I decided to try two others, as well as a chocolate croissant, and apple pastry. All of which I devoured in the shadows of my hotel…..before dinner.
Was the trip worth it without the cookies, it’s hard to say. Will I be back to Toronto in search of my tasty little morsels in the future? Absolutely.