I’d wanted to go to Canada for a very long time before I actually made the trip last month, and it. was. delightful. In Toronto, the hygge mostly comes in the form of the wonderful, wonderful people everywhere. It’s so comforting being in a city where everyone is nice and wants to help you (and it was an added bonus that the Canadians loved our accents). The people, and of course, Tim Hortons. I have never eaten so many doughnuts in my life. The photos can probably do it more justice than I can though (prettier, filtered versions on
First night, exploring Downtown Toronto. I don’t know why, but I find the brashness of neon weirdly comforting.
Hanging out in Loblaws. All the nicely arranged fruit is so soothing.
Glittery green tat from Dollarama for the St Patrick’s Day parade. We had a gr8 spot at Yonge-Dundas Square. Frankly, we would’ve looked ridiculous without any tat
St Patrick’s Day parade, as seen from Yonge-Dundas Square, Toronto. It was very nearly warm on the sunny side of the street, and the festive atmosphere meant it was a hoot
Pecan pie: the culinary epitome of hygge? Especially when the waiter gives you an extra piece because he thinks the first is ‘too small’ (it wasn’t)
We had a super cool view of Downtown Toronto from our hotel room. I always wonder what’s going on in all those other little windows. And when you’re outside in the cold Canadian night, those rooms look pretty bloody cosy.
OK, I’ll admit, this isn’t remotely related to hygge. But here I am, strutting around on the glass floor in the CN Tower.
I find stations are always hubs of hygge. They’re warm, there’s abundant food, and people are buzzing around hither and thither. Union Station gets bonus points for being pretty.
One thing that really represents hygge for me is an abundance of anything. In The Works, drinks are served in jugs, with free refills. And who isn’t happy when there’s an abundance of Diet Coke/ iced tea/ lemonade available?
THIS PLACE just IS hygge. They show ice hockey on TV. ICE HOCKEY. It’s one of the best places in Toronto for breakfast, it sells mostly egg-based dishes, and it’s called Eggspectation. Need I say more?
Oh, you wanted me to say more about Eggspectation? OK then. Here is my smoked salmon benny (served with fruit, obviously), and in the distance, you can get a peek of Rachel’s choc chip pancakes. Because why wouldn’t we?
Oooh, look, Friends fans, it’s Pottery Barn! This table would slip nicely into a hygge home.
Maple doughnut. Mini hot chocolate. Tim Hortons? Tim Hygge.
A thing I find comforting in a city I don’t know is having a landmark to help me navigate. In London, it was the BT Tower. In Paris, it’s the Eiffel Tower. In Canada, it’s the CN Tower.
Ice wine from the Niagara region. We went to a wine college for a little tasting session. Ice wine is delicious and I brought a bottle home. I’m saving it.
We went behind the falls at Niagara. I was really snug in a ludicrous hat. The view from down here is gorgeous.
Nature is beautiful. In the same way I find Gullfoss a little hygge haven, so too is Niagara Falls. Just don’t look behind you at the row of casinos and hotels. These are the Horseshoe Falls on the Canadian side. It was a gorgeously crisp blue day.
Niagara-on-the-Lake is so perfectly quaint and cute. Look at all these windchimes.
We went to see the Toronto Maple Leafs play a home game. I haven’t watched live sport in about a decade, and the sense of camaraderie and community is so much fun. GO LEAFS GO (we lost 4-1, but I don’t care)
These are just the raw photos, no editing or anything, so maybe they don’t convey the hygge I felt at the time. But if you want to feel welcome, and like you’re immediately part of a community, Toronto is the place to go.