Dispatch: A weekly letter about Port Calder

Five counters closed on Calder Street, and not one of them kept a menu. We went looking anyway. Part three of The Last Diners.

Five and a half miles, eleven stops, one very patient driver. What you see of Port Calder when the streetcar doesn't come.

The city's ugliest parking garage has a fan club, a landmark bid and a demolition date.

Forty stalls, three rules and the dumpling line that is worth every minute.

From eleven until the first bus, Rosa's belongs to the drivers. Part two of The Last Diners.

Ines Moreau has baked the same rye for thirty-one years. She would like you to stop asking for sourdough.