Having been born and raised in Sudbury and making at least yearly (usually more) trips down to southern Ontario, I have such fond memories of where we stopped for a burger and fries, or an ice cream, or to stretch our young legs. Sadly, most of those places made their way into this gallery. It seemed as we got older and our bladders and our stomachs could hold out longer, we just stopped stopping, I guess.
Remember the Voyageur? I'll never forget eating a hot dog and fries out of a cardboard canoe, and always...ALWAYS...begging my parents to buy me something from the little shop on the way out. I had a thing for those mystery ink pens and notebooks they sold.
I know there are many 30-something Sudburians here...so, is it just me?