During a three-night stay in Toronto, I saw three excellent plays, two of them in gorgeously restored old theaters. I stayed in two first-rate hotels, ate in several fabulous restaurants, strolled a harborfront that reminded me of Chicago, toured a Chinatown that made me think of San Francisco, and spent about the same amount I would have eating in delis and sleeping a step above fleabag in New York. We scored on both attempts. Every night except Monday, Toronto offers four to six plays by producers capable of mounting large-scale shows, and a plethora of others. The show, set in Greece with music by the Swedish pop group Abba, is for people like me who don't often like musicals.
Girl meets father, sort of, mother meets old lovers, and a good time is had by all.
It's a smash in Toronto, too, but visitors can get tickets from the blocks set aside for hotels. After our matinees, it was time to explore the city, and we grabbed a cab for the short ride to the lakefront. The 100-acre recreation park has amusement rides, a playground with an enormous trampoline and foam forest, and a water play area with squirt guns, hoses, slides and giant dryers. We were even happier that we were too early for the opening of Paramount Canada's Wonderland, a horrid place outside of town with 50 rides and 12 water slides that my kid would have loved. Spared those experiences by timing, we grabbed a bite at Shopsy's Deli, which failed my husband's Jewish authenticity test, and headed back to our downtown hotel, a short cab ride away.