So, I don't know jack about bikes. Does that mean I deserver a generous helping of "feeling like a douche" a la carte when somethings wrong with my bike and I don't know why? Coast into some convo with the nice people at Bikes On Wheels, who are happy to engage in primitive spoke speak and get you back on your seat again.

If a small #2 at Pho Hung is your ice cream sundae, you're in luck as your cherry-on-top is conveniently located directly across the street. Sticky rice balls with red bean are 3 to a dollar. Ding Dong the witch is fed? YESSSS!

Great staff hawking a great selection of new and vintage designer frames. Go on Sunday after church and have a complimentary mimosa, on me.

First off, this place has the best ice cream in the world. Grab a kiddie cone and browse the rentables, heavy on classics and outsider goodness. I even scored an old VHS copy of Dario Argento's "Deep Red" from the clearance rack for $2 on my first visit.

Manna from G-d's easy-bake.

Beside housing the motherload of Torontos vintage guitars and amps, this shop also has a fine taste for what's new. Whether you eat '62 Strats for lunch, or are looking for quality introductory acoustic, Capsule has plently to look at.

If the thought of thrift shop diving for hours sends you running to Winners, why not skip straight to the gravy! You'll pay a premium, but it's worth it for Bungalow has a crap-filter second to none.

Somewhere so close, where you can feel so far. Oh yeah, and I saw fireflies and turtles. 'Nuff said...

You don't see wrinkly, red earth like this every day. Located just an hour NW of the city, this will undoubtedly become a haven for "Total Recall" recreationists.

The only thing better than great chilli is great chilli with a backstory... and garlic bread.

This groovy echo will transform any run-of-the-mill hand jive sesh into a polyrhythmic extravaganza. Clap your hands by the picnic bench located at the rear of the building.

During the summer months, grab a seat in the grass at sundown and watch preditory sonar in action.

Because when "Montana" by Frank Zappa came on, the whole bar went "YEAH!" and when Michael Jackson got all sensi cause "Shes Out Of My Life", every one sang along.

No one makes patty's like this. You could stuff brussel sprouts in these things and every freckled, bratty turd in single digits would be bowing down to the dark, leafy green.

If you cut infront of Mahatma Ghandi for one of these, he'd passively resist kicking your ass.

With so few ingredients, it's really easy to go wrong with a simple dish like Rare Beef Pho: the most basic noodle soup config available. This pimp bowl has Pho's in different area codes.

A Forest Hill mainstay, run by a beautiful family. Fresh falafel, perfect shawarma and, oddly enough, amazing fries. Their secret ingredient, however, is a homemade hot sauce that makes your ears burn, in that special way.

One of my favorite places to bike as a kid. Some serious hills, bridges and three spots were you can rest and listen to the subway run underground from Eglinton West to St. Clair West.

Someone needs to record this...