This city is fucking unbearable in the summer when the cruise ship tourists roll in, and I do mean roll in. I have been asked by random planets to recommend a restaurant and then they just ask where McD's is (and they are aghast there's not one without pawing distance of wherever they are). A fellow shitlady and I make a sport of sitting on the patio of the Old Triangle and watching fat people trying to scale the Sackville-Duke hill. Also fun is watching the drunk bitches in heels trying to get up it after too many daiquiris and faceplanting on the cobblestones. I do Open Doors Halifax every year and there's always one fatass who can't get through the narrow doorways or stairwells of a historic property.