I had an appointment today i Scarborough and I found myself in the general vicinity of the Dad's Cookies factory on Progress. I knew I was close when I opened my car door and the smell of fresh cookies hit my like an oatmeal-chocolate-chip covered brick wall. I knew I had to make a stop on my way home so I drove a few minutes out of my way. We used to go there when I was a kid - mostly because my dad always had an issue paying full price for anything and there were often big bags of... [read more]