Updated: Mar 19
THIS PLAYGROUND HAS BEEN REJUVENATED! NEW REVIEW HERE.
Surfaces: sand, grass, sandy grass, grassy sand.
This has to be one of the worst playgrounds in Toronto, and given its location in the affluent Annex, it’s well overdue for a rejuvenation. It’s named after one of Canada’s most famous geologists (the dinosaur museum in Alberta is named after him) and it’s a sadly appropriate namesake, because the equipment is almost old enough to be straight out of pre-history.
With the top-notch Jean Sibelius Square Park nearby, I can’t imagine why anyone would take their kids here.
Well, actually, I can. Because I did. We were at a nearby sushi place for dinner with both kids, and it was getting pretty close to bedtime. In retrospect, we should have skipped the sushi, but pesky old retrospect has a nasty habit of only showing up after the fact.
If you’ve ever experienced a three-year-old and a one-year-old simultaneously hitting their ‘witching hour’, you know that a table full of rice and soy sauce is not a great place to be. So I left my grateful wife and mother-in-law in the restaurant, and took our son to this playground, which was just around the corner.
It was more fun than trying to clean up soy sauce and rice, but just barely.
The equipment is sparse, grimy, and probably as old as I am. Pretty much the only upside is that older swing sets tend to have longer chains, which means you can get some really good height on them. But as my son zipped down the slide, which was basically just a bent cookie sheet, I tried not to imagine how many generations of Brunswick House-induced vomit had slid down that same slide.
In conclusion, this is one of those “in case of emergency, break glass” kind of playgrounds. Oh, that reminds me- watch out for broken glass buried in the sand.