When we travel, we move away from what is familiar and known and the uncertainty creates a fertile environment for synchronicity. During our weekend visit to Toronto, we experienced so many synchronicites that Rob made a list of them and we talked about who would write what.
At one point in the weekend, I remember opening my eyes, orienting myself to daily life, and thinking, OK, Rob is sitting over there in that chair reading Stephen King’s most recent novel, 11/22/63, time travel, JFK, I get it. But suppose I am time traveling too?
When two writers are married to each other, weird environments surface. Some are great, others are blind spots. This story is about a blind spot.
Our first morning at the Pantages, we went downstairs to the restaurant for breakfast and discover it’s $12.99 – let’s call it 13 bucks, higher if you’re paying with America dollars – for a rather sad buffet of cereal, yogurt, toast. Or, as Rob put it – the sort of continental breakfast that is often free of charge at business hotels. We’re already annoyed because the production company hasn’t paid for the $12 daily charge for internet for our room or for any of our meals. Yes, we’re also at fault here, we did not negotiate beforehand.
Rob is really irritated by the price; right then, I’m frankly too hungry to care. He orders scrambled eggs, and that’s what he gets – eggs, nothing more. I go for whatever is in sight, the cereal, the toast, the yogurt. We bite the bullet and vow to find a less expensive place for breakfast the next day.
After the interview for Weird or What? the director, Stephen Grant, asked us where we were staying. When we told him, he said, “Oh, you’re very close to Fran’s, a local hangout that’s open 24 hours and serves breakfast day and night. You should go there.”
The next morning, in fact, we asked the woman at the front desk for directions to Fran’s. She looked at us sort of oddly and pointed to double doors on the far side of the expensive bar/restaurant. “Right through there,” she said.
So, about 30 feet where we had sat the morning before, griping about the price of the buffet breakfast, lay the alternate universe called Fran’s. It was as if time at Fran’s had stopped around 1950. The menu offered a lot more food than the hotel’s buffet and at half the price.
We had seen those double doors the morning before and I thought they led into the hotel kitchen or some other employees only place, even though there was no sign to that effect. So our lack of curiosity about where those doors led, our limited perception, had kept us out of Fran’s until it was recommended by the director at Weird or What?
For me, it was an important lesson about exploration, something we usually do well when we’re traveling. But for some reason, with those double doors, we wore blinders that blocked our peripheral vision, our doors to perception, as Aldous Huxley put it.
So after we ate our fantastic, inexpensive breakfast, we left through Fran’s front doors and snapped some pics. That’s Rob, peeking around the edge of the building like some time traveler from the 1950s who has dropped in for a peek at 21st century Toronto.

















