In Markham, Ontario, about 20 miles north of Toronto, you could book a table for lobster risotto at a modern Italian restaurant or for a marbled ribeye at a classic steakhouse. Or, you could reserve a seat inside the warm, welcoming home of a local family.
Gusts of wind blow through the Bryant Street alley in San Francisco's Mission District, sending tablecloths flapping uncontrollably until they are secured to the high-top tables with heavy plates of Acme seed bread, house-made cultured butter, duck liver pate and bottles of chenin blanc.