On the way in had to use my Sgt. voice box to clear the road of jaywalkers on Yonge. One lad literally jumped a foot in the air, priceless. Hey, you don't look and just step out in downtown, worse things could happen than having 10 years scared off your life.
What gets me is how they step out into the curb space/bike lane without a look, but then stop there to look for cars.
Speaking of Hungarian, Elizabeth deli on Bloor St is gone as of last year, and now the Hungarian palace is turning into a book store. A little slice of the city multi-culture seems to be slipping away there, a victim of market forces I suppose.