Sometimes I forget how good sleep feels like.
The last two months flew by since returning back to an old part-time job that requires me to be awake before the sun, Toronto, and basically 99% of the city’s population. I was so excited to become an early bird and felt that I would be so proud of myself for accomplishing half of my day by noon. Oh boy, who was I trying to impress? Everyone knows you can’t mix a night owl and a 5am alarm clock together.
As hard as I try to head to bed early, I end up tossing and turning FOREVER. Even as many “sleep hygiene” articles I read my eyes out to, my brain just can’t comprehend the message it’s trying to send (probably because I’m sleep deprived). So, what’s the result from being sleepy? Being a little bitch.
There have been so many days where I can’t tell time anymore, double book my schedule, and throw rocks at the most littlest, ridiculous things. I start to cry a little inside when I choose to take a nap over getting work done after my shifts…it was okay the first week; but after two months, I just lost my mind.
But, it all gets better when you find your happy place. A place where you can escape to just to know everything is going to be okay. And Saving Grace is literally my grace.
A little cozy brunch spot tucked in the quiet neighbourhood of Dundas West neighbourhood (or also/used to be known as Little Portugal) in Toronto. Once you step in, it feels like you just walked into someone’s home. It gives me the vibe to let everything go and just enjoy the meal (thank you to no wifi).
The menu is never the same each day. It’s pretty much a reckless gamble to walk through the doors. They do have a regular menu, but how can you say no to smoked salmon scrambled eggs or lemon ricotta pancakes? The adventure is what makes this place so comfortable for me – the menu reminds me that some days are better than others, and that it’s going to be okay.
It’s the place that kept me sane the last two months…oh wait, actually it kept me sane the last year that I’ve been back home. The perfect place to catch up with a friend, a date, and my favourite – going alone to recharge from the hectic Toronto energy. I can’t even count on my fingers anymore the number of times where I had such a bad start to my day that I run (not even speed walk) here, sit down, slow down, eat, and reset myself for the rest of the day. I pretty much walk out of Saving Grace as a new person (also known as: food is the new sleep).
Some people think I’m crazy for eating brunch alone, but I think it’s the best thing and one of the happiest feeling that I ever found for myself.
So, where’s your happy place?
(A huge thank you to my beautiful friend Samantha Park for allowing me to use her photos from our Saving Grace meals together. After I introduced her here, she loves it just as much as I do…and it sure is a lot.)