I remember fondly a time when Tim Hortons truly was a “café and bake shop”. I would travel with my grandfather and brother to the nearby, small town location and sit by the window. My order was consistent. My brother and I would split a turkey bacon club. A sweet, tangy honey mustard was spread on the underside of a warm baguette. We’d order the chili as well, which came in a bread bowl at the time. And we’d cut a frosted cinnamon roll down the middle.
