First time I set foot in Kensington was probably as a kid in the 80s. , with my parents, we lived in the “burbs” of Toronto. My community was very white, and there was little diversity at all. So sometimes we would do a weekend trip to the city, maybe lunch in Chinatown, and get some great groceries in the market, and make a family meal that Sunday, with the cool foods we’d bought. It was so different and I thought it was amazing, the butcher shops and fish markets.
When I lived in TO in the late 90s early 2000s, I was in the market a LOT. Passed thru on my way to work in the am, getting a coffee, sneaking out for lunches there in the middle of the day, did a ton of my grocery shopping there too, stuffing my backpack and panniers on my bike with amazing quality food at bargain prices, and stuff you would never get anywhere near else. The place means a huge amount to me, tons of memories and good feelings about a time when I was getting used to being an adult, and developing my career and also identity as a person.
But unfortunately I do believe its days are numbered. It’s in the heart of one of the most expensive cities on the continent and the property is too valuable to have just a bunch of immigrant run, mom and pop fruit and veg, meat and fish markets. It’s sad, but I don’t think it has a chance. Which I hate, because Kensington really is one of this Toronto born boy’s places ever.
