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The Yorkville Life - Travel Notes

Yorkville is one of the most posh areas of Toronto. We are talking Fifth Avenue type of posh – Chanel and Prada storefronts, tiny dogs, and Italian restaurants galore.

This is where my hotel is located during the week of Precision Nutrition gathering.

I imagine Yorkville as an alternate universe of sorts, where men wear Rolex, and women wear dresses that look like this:

Whether or not that’s actually true (from the looks of it the crowd staying at the hotel is more business folks than the ultra wealthy), that’s what I envision.

The guy who brings the coffee in the morning makes a point of saying “Good morning!” in Russian. My charging cables are coiled into perfect circles, while I am gone, and every single loose item on the counter is carefully placed on a mat or a coaster. Oh, and dirty laundry is folded.

Oh, and did I mention that there is a coffee counter in the gym? I should really propose the implementation of that brilliant idea at my GoodLife gym.

Don’t get me started on the turndown service – someone actually comes to mute the lighting, place a rug and a pair of slippers near your bed, and to remove the top blankets.

Me staying at this hotel is kind of like me wearing really high heels and a dress – happens rarely, and I enjoy it immensely. Then it starts to annoy me, and I don’t miss it for a year or so.

Meanwhile, I may indeed forget how to open my own damn door. I’ll just stand there, all doe-eyed and shit.

YOUR TURN: What “alternate universes” have you witnessed lately? For example, some of my “married-with-kids” friends refer to an empty and clean kitchen counter as an alternate universe of sorts?

Liked this post? Read about Milan and how even the churches there are stylish (and skinny).

Hugs, SOLO


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