A hectic Saturday morning in town and I am absolutely knackered, and I think in the moment that the answer is food. The harbourisde market is in full force (if slightly relocated due to the renovations on the fountains) and I capitulate to Gurt Wings. I eschew my usual (loaded tater tots) for just some chicken tenders, which are much bigger than I anticipate. I am defeated easily and early. They’re fine, but it’s all too much.