Chew Chew's Diner in Cabbagetown takes greasy spoon diner lovers on a multi-stop breakfasting adventure. Located at Carlton and Sherbourne, the restaurant's cozy railway-themed interior and infallible Hollandaise sauce give nearby Johnny G's a run for their money. All aboard!

Read my review of Chew Chew's Diner in the restaurants section.

After my little adventure in search of Toronto's First Post Office, I received a few requests to create a similar mission without the answers, for readers to solve. Now I have just such a mission for you!

Pictured above is a little notebook named "The Omnipresent Diary" (TOD, for short). I have left him somewhere in Kensington Market. Find him, and write something inside. Your name, a doodle, a Shakespearean sonnet... it's up to you. I'll try to include some of the responses in the next TOD post, as well as reveal the location.

You have a month before TOD moves to a new location and the next hunt begins!

Instructions

1. Begin at Wanda's Pie in the Sky.

Once a month I throw my circadian rhythm for a loop and explore the city from around 2AM to sunrise. Sometimes I have a plan, sometimes I don't. All-nighters don't get much better than this.

What's still awake in Toronto at say, 4 in the morning, besides the obvious remnants from the club district and bars? Admittedly, there were many exhausted and slightly frustrated points during my quest to find out when I was tempted to throw up my arms and exclaim, "Nothing!" However, one of my friends pointed out that the aim of this little adventure wasn't to hunt down whatever obscure bursts of daytime energy Toronto might have to offer at the sleepiest hours of night, because let's face it, they weren't going to be easy to find. Toronto just isn't one of those cities.

It was to be, then, an exercise in noticing what was different about the night, and see the effects on familiar sights in the simple absence of daylight and people. And what an interesting experience it was.

An eccentric friend of mine recently sent me on a serendipitous journey to the building pictured above, whereupon I was met with unplanned hassles. It went a little like this...

Instructions

1. Take the subway to King Station.

2. Walk east or take the streetcar to Church St. On the northeast corner of the intersection there is a sign.

Ultimate in Toronto is a serious sport. But ask many people about it and they won't take you seriously. "Ultimate Frisbee? That's not a real sport. Isn't that a game for dogs? Or stoned hippies in a park?"

Few of such doubting Thomases know that the sport is simply called "ultimate", since the Wham-O toy company turned down the opportunity for the word "Frisbee", their registered trademark, to be used in the sport's name back in the 70s. In retrospect, probably not the wisest business move, now that most of the 5 million ultimate players around the globe play with standard 175-gram Discraft discs instead. Not trash can lids. Or dog toys from Old Navy.

Even fewer also know that the recent book release Ninja Cowboy Bear was co-written by a Torontonian ultimate player, and inspired by an ultimate spirit game. Or that Rachel McAdams lists the sport as one of her favourite hobbies. Or that ultimate's inventor, Joel Silver, produced such high-profile films as Die Hard, V for Vendetta, and The Matrix series.

Yes, ultimate is a real sport. It can be jaw-droppingly intense. And it's very, very much a part of Toronto.