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Originally Posted by
eg1 
Naturally, but as you well know, Burlington is not really in the same class as south Oakville or the Lorne Park/Mississauga Road communities. Our proximity to Hamilton will always be our undoing ...
But at least the Burlingtonians have more enthusiasm for worldly adventure.
Aside from the promenading that looks like a daily Easter parade [and] obligatory dogwalking on Lakeshore - Oakville's probably the strangest and most insular "town" in the country. You'd think it were Beverly Hills the way folk carry on here. Most of them are punky investment bankers or transient execs from T.O. or NYC. In one day and out the other. They're only as wealthy as their last bonus cheque.
So much of the original character homes have either been destroyed or carted away. The "heritage" homes are charming, yes, but $3,000,000 to $5,000,000 for a one or two bedroom cottage "Tom the Blacksmith" house in ye Olde Oakville? Such nonsense. Don't be fooled by the oversized nouveau schloss' on the lake - most don't have furniture inside and are mortgaged to the hilt. These nutcakes have $100,000 kitchens and have empty fridges (except the requisite condiments) and the Garland stoves are virginal. They don't want to get finger smudges on the stainless steel surfaces. I expect most of those oversized monstrosities are really tear-downs ready for next season's architectural style change, or an attack by the HGTV decorateur du jour. They use glue guns and styrofoam to put those things up y'know. Don't be fooled. They ain't solid and will not age well.
It's really just a big 'Gluckstein' set piece, ready for another crew hoedown for Spielberg epic.
Empty interiors maybe, but rest assured, they all have at least one bottle of 80 year old Balsamic vinegar from Pusateri's, or purchased in tandem with a gift basket at one of the multitudes of charity silent auctions....
Burlington has a better choice of good restaurants and I spend more of my time getting a decent meal there than here.
But at least we've got straw-boatered & old-fashioned
Bill the Butcher - he can procure my favourite Kobe beef for barbeque anytime and there's no Sweeney Todd in that equation
