Waiting for the express train to take me back to Toronto Pearson Int. Airport with a cup of Cafe Balzac's apple cider and a pasteis de nata from Churrasco's. I love pasteis de nata. When I worked at NATO the wonderful Portuguese
officers at the office next to mine always gave me some. The Italians
further down the hallway would regularly swing by with slices of their
excellent hazelnut chocolate cake. I miss that sometimes. People don't
give me random desserts anymore.