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There’s nothing elegant about the Market. It resembles nothing so much as a cross between an overgrown barn and a collection of roadside stalls. Any ambiance is a byproduct of the chaotic jumble of boxes and people crammed into a city block, hitting a fever pitch Saturdays when Toronto descends en masse for free samples and its signature peameal bacon sandwiches.
Farther afield is the lunch spot I visit each Saturday, where the owner knows my order before I even set foot inside .