So. It happened. Everyone and their uncle has blogged about it, before, during and after the event. So what’s the verdict?
What We Knew Beforehand
Every August the Danforth is packed with activities, food, entertainment and people at the Taste of the Danforth event, but the past couple of years the event has been all but rained out – causing us to feel very sorry for the people walking around in raincoats and umbrellas, and the businesses selling sodden goods, while also feeling a bit relieved that we could actually walk the streets again.
This year’s 17th annual event featured several new additions and expansions to entertain the more than one million people who were predicted to attend the event. The kids fun zone featured the Centre of Gravity Circus Training Studio where children aged five to 14 could try out the classical area circus hoop; the Olympiada featured Greek dancing; the Toronto Zoo had a touch table; an activities tent allowed kids to colour or make crafts; and they could also test the speed of their serve at the Tennis Pathways Fastest Serve Zone. The Sports Zone was also expanded with representatives from each of Toronto’s major sport teams sports and there were challenges set up so kids could test out their sports ability and win prizes.
As usual, there was a variety of entertainment on three different stages, from Greek dancers, singers and musicians, to an eclectic array of music and lifestyle-related programs and performances from blues to rock to jazz to belly dancing.
There was a celebrity stage and more international music, but of course, most people tend to come from the food. Mao’s motto may have been ‘a chicken in every pot’ but the TOTD credo would be ‘a souvlaki in every hand’. From snacks to meals, there would be food available from restaurants and street vendors to suit every budget and every taste – whether Greek or Thai. We knew the entire ‘hood would smell like a roasting pig for 3 days, which we don’t find unpleasant.
What we Experienced
The festival kicked off, as always, with the Danforth Dash, a bed race run by teams such as the Argo Sunshine Girls to support the Toronto East General Hospital Foundation. A portion of the profits from the Taste of the Danforth has been donated to the hospital foundation for years with more than $1 million raised to date.
Danforth Avenue was absolutely impassable as people joined long lineups for free yogurt and chips, blocking people from walking by at anything but a snail’s pace. In the subway stations, TTC announcements stated that due to construction at Pape Station, people might want to visit the TOTD by getting off at Broadview or Chester stations instead. I hope those people made it. We took side streets and back alleys to get anywhere.
We did brave the crowds on Friday night to walk from Eton to about Logan, sampling a delicious lamb/rosemary pie along the way. But the pulled pork was expensive, vinegary and chintzy. We were not about to line up for 40 minutes to get a gyros, but when I did get a chicken souvlaki, it was inferior to even the most fast-foody mall Greek food, in that it wasn’t precisely Greek: tiny shreds (not skewered chunks) of chicken lining a pita that dripped with roasted red peppers and grilled onions. Not bad fare under other circumstances, but a ripoff at the Greek festival. Of course, if we had had more patience, we would have experienced a full range of culinary delights, like the elk tacos reported here.
Visitors to the fair, knowing it takes about 20 minutes to walk a single block, have to keep tight reign on their kids lest they disappear into the crowds (making us wonder how they get to participate in all those fun rides and games). Strollers are rampant and not moving.
The Aftermath
Many Riverdale residents who use street permit parking are fed up with the fair. They can’t find a spot for miles from their homes, or their garages are blocked by parked cars during the festival, leaving some to call for a ban on vehicle traffic.And while Danforth Ave. and Withrow Park are usually cleaned by city workers after the Taste, side streets remain a debacle after the event, littered with food wrappers and cluttered with garbage. Grease from the many spits has soaked into the sidewalks, leaving smelly meat-stains.
Merchants (those not selling 15,000 $5-portions of calamari, that is) give the Taste mixed reviews, often closing their businesses for the weekend if they possibly can.
So what’s the verdict? Has the Taste gotten too big or are you proud to be an east-ender with Toronto’s largest street festival in your backyard? Should the festival be managed better and what are your ideas for that? Let us know!