At one time, the King Eddy was the only place in Toronto that Hollywood royalty, such as Liz Taylor and Richard Burton, would consider staying. In the 1980s, after many years of neglect, a group of local investors spent C$40 million (US$32 million) to rescue it. The result recalls its former glory, with rosy marble columns and a glass-domed rotunda dominating the lobby. Although the guest rooms aren't what I'd call spacious -- 28 to 33 sq. m (300-350 sq. ft.) is standard -- their uniformly high ceilings give them a sweeping grandeur that is unusual. The rooms are also charmingly appointed. Unlike rooms at many competitors, where you'd be hard-pressed to tell the difference among them, these guest rooms have been decorated with a personal touch. The bathrooms are particularly nice, with large marble tubs.
The wood-paneled Consort Bar is wonderfully clubby, and its 2.5m-high (8-ft.) windows afford fun people-watching while you sip a champagne cocktail. It's got a surprising long menu, which includes everything from crispy calamari to thin-crust pizzas.
We ordered Niagara wines and an amazing cheese plate instead of champagne, squid, or pizza.
But we did a lot of that fun people-watching.
We drank too much Niagara wine at a friend's house that night.
And almost ate $6 candy bars from the hotel minibar at midnight. But decided to go out and find cheaper, more substantial food instead. Pizza Pizza.
We barely made it onto the plane the next morning. Southern Ontario is lovely, but I was glad to see the Cascades again.