We love markets.
I especially love markets. We try to hit up local markets (farmer's and otherwise) wherever we go, which is always fun to see how locals do in the city and what cool foods and items people are selling.
Lucky for us, there is no shortage of markets in Edmonton. Since we've moved here, we've been to the City Market, Old Strathcona Farmer's Market, and the Boyle Street Flea Market. Two more on the list are St Albert's Market on Saturdays and 124 Grand Market on Thursdays.
Our second Saturday with Chuck, we walked down to the
City Market located on 104 Street between 103 and Jasper Avenues. We were pleasantly surprised, ignorant Torontonians we are, that it was actually fairly big.
We got there a bit late that day and kind of rushed through the stalls,
but not before sitting on the curb to eat our bison-shaped bison burger.
Being that it was bison, it was a bit too lean and dry for me but
overall, tasted pretty good. And, come on - how cute? -->
We've been back to the City Market one other time since then, and really got to take our time, walk around and see the vendors properly this time around. There was an Art Battle going on where a bunch of artists had 20 minutes to create a painting and the spectators were to vote for the best painting. We didn't stick around for the vote, but ours would have gone to the dude at the far end of the street, by himself, painting his heart out but wasn't invited to the party. Poor guy.
Besides this art battle, there was also a dude on a guitar singing and playing for people seated under the hot sun on patio tables in the middle of the street, people eating tubes of kettle corn from the mobile popcorn vendor, people carrying pepper plants they just purchased, people just having a pleasant day shopping for the week's groceries from their local farmers. David had a little organic orgasm. Besides produce, there are tons of local clothing vendors, people selling homemade goods (jewelry, purses, and accessories), a variety of local, organic meats (fishies, chickies, piggies, and all the Alberta beef, bison and elk you could want), and oh my the pies. I love pumpkin pie, and what could make pumpkin pie better? Obviously nothing, but packaging it into a mini tart shell; pure genius, pie lady.
Final thoughts on the City Market: we like it. Lots of cool stuff to look at, buy and eat, and a nice way to spend a beautiful, sunny Saturday strolling through a closed, downtown 104 Street. This market is also apparently still in full swing in the winter but located in City Hall. Bonus: like 2 markets in one.
Last Saturday, we last-minute decided to go to the
Old Strathcona Farmer's Market just off Whyte Ave on 83 Ave and 103 St. Again, we sort of rushed through as we had a 1pm engagement, but, and in keeping with tradition, not before having a yummy local delicacy: dumplings stuffed with potatoes and cheese fried with butter and onions.
After stuffing our faces with this yummy goodness (I had mine with the side of bacon, while David went for the sausage fest), we walked through the market, unfortunately not being able to buy any of the yummy-smelling, tasty-looking treats assaulting our senses.
Might be too premature to provide a final thought on the OSFM, but we're gonna give it a solid 2 thumbs up. The crowd seems a bit of more of the local folk variety ("folk" being the operative word here) than at the City Market, which is more downtown peeps. But definitely going back there, and again, awesome that it's open all year round, even in the deadmonton of winter.
Last but not least,
Boyle Street Community Centre apparently puts on a flea market one Saturday every month, so last Saturday was that chosen Saturday and we decided to check out and check off this new market. I
so wish we had taken a picture of it cause it was probably the best thing we'd ever seen. We walked into this beautiful new building and turned into this small hallway where a lady had her tables set up. We breeze past her thinking she was an intro to the goodies awaiting us, and walk towards the gym area excited to browse the rest of the stalls.
Only there were none.
The lady in the hallway with her two tables filled with collectible Cadbury tins
was the market. She may have been less than pleased.
Watering down her own words, it seems that the centre went ahead with the "flea market" (I use that term loosely as it was more of a flea
table than a market, really) even though only one person confirmed.
Final thoughts: It might have been the most awkward 2 minutes in life; David and I walking snobbishly past this lady to look for the good stuff, and her having to tell us that she was it.