You are forgiven if you don’t know much about Quemoy and Matsu. They were a musical group, an Asian version of Simon and Garfunkel. They were popular in 1960.
It’s been a year since anyone has eaten a juicy rib-eye or a bowl of impossibly fragrant Thai curry or anything, for that matter inside a packed Toronto restaurant, an experience once as central to life in this food-obsessed town as piling onto the streetcar at rush hour. (That, we don’t miss.) Since then, more than 10,000 restaurants have reportedly closed across Canada hundreds in Toronto taking countless jobs along with them. The rest continue to scrape by on a mix of takeout, delivery and outdoor dining, along with Covid relief funds and, if they’re lucky, flexible landlords.