For those of you who are from the Maritimes you understand the late night cravings for garlic fingers and donair sauce. You understand the need to dial up your Joey's Pizza, your Greco Pizza, your Pizza Delight or your local favorite pizza joint in order to satisfy that craving!
Well imagine living in a place where you were denied that option! Not out of cruelity, but, purely out of ignorance!
So now, I'm sure you're asking, "What did Karmacake do now?"
Well I'll tell you what I did, Kids! I hit the net and I found a Maritime staple, Pizza Delight. A chain of Boston Pizza-esque pizza joints that produce some of my favorite pizza & garlic fingers, ever. It's the dough.
Then, I found all the locations within an hour's radius of Toronto:
Gathered my posse and out we went!
TO SHELBURNE! An hour away from the airport! For Pizza Delight!
Now this adventure was interesting, to drive only moments out of the city and be surrounded by countryside after gorgeous countryside! Who knew that taking a small detour from Toronto and you would be overwhelmed by a land we thought was so foreign to city living. Well SURPRISE!
Like Harold and Kumar's trek to White Castle, Karma & her crew met up with some adventure. Not much. But, some.
First were the signs:
this sign was everywhere, confirming that there is only a need for one bus. We never did find the school!
Coffee & Cigarette Drive Thru
it was a shed. A shed in a giant field filled with cars on blocks. In fact, it was only the sign that rivaled the shed/stand for both size and prominance. We didn't get a photo.
And, after the signs was the
Teen Ranch
aaaah, the scary scary Teen Ranch!
So we make it to Pizza Delight on 802 Main Street, Shelburne. We go in, we sit down and I attempt to introduce Tara to the world of garlic fingers and donair sauce. It wasn't as hard is it looked. We got Pizza Delight's bizzare 
bastardization of a donair for the fix, while others... well...they chose to worship the garlic fingers. It kind of weirded me out.
When we were through we headed back into the city. Only to check out TEEN RANCH!
"What is at Teen Ranch?"
"Do they wrangle teens?"
"Do they send criminal teens there?"
"LET'S GO IN!"
There were rules on teen ranch, strange signs, little notes left on trees by desperate teens and the creepiest forest I ever did have the pleasure of running scared in! Only to find an abandoned lean to that looked a lot like something out of Blair Witch.
All the while, cars mysteriously were exiting the premises via a particular warehouse, located behind the sign that warned against eratic driving to avoid spooking the teens. Behind that sign was another sign... Teen Ranch ICE CORRAL!
Save the children!
Save us! Run, Tara, Run! Fuck this place is creepy!!
Then we got in the car and made it safely home.
mmmm Pizza Delight :-)
We really must get together this week or next to catch up, I have so much to tell you!