I want to like this stretch of street, but the reality is that it's Toronto banality at its worst.
Y'know, Bay Street used to bug me. I think you could dig up some old screeds I wrote on this site four years ago, about Bay St's deadness and its various Jane Jacobs heresies.
But something's happened, and it doesn't bug me in the slightest anymore. In fact, I'm really kind of a fan.
It might be a few things. It might be the fact that I'm off the sidewalks and onto the road. I've taken to cycling, and now I find Bay to be the best-paved, fastest, safest, yet by far the most exciting street to ride south on. Barrelling downhill through traffic, down a canyon of towers, knowing that I'm not going to get doored by a parked car or snagged by a pothole, is a huge thrill.
Maybe it's the combined effect of ROCP and Murano. I think Murano's faboo. Together they bookend the street, and add so much visual density to the scene that the slabs of precast nothingness simply become filler.
Bay St. isn't a pedestrian street; it's more like public art now. I'm always weary of screeds about what a street "ought to be." Bay is what it is – something that's neither aspirationally New Yorky nor quintessentially Torontonian – and it's increasingly becoming something that's more interesting than it was. I'm good with that.
Also, the pizza joint in the bottom of 1001 Bay is really pretty good.