I once heard a pretty prominent Canadian comedian joke something to the effect that there’s a reason that the Marathon of Hope ended in Thunder Bay.
I never really got the joke. Maybe it’s because the city’s initials stand for a deadly disease, but I haven’t figured out what he was talking about. I like Thunder Bay.
TBay has a list of things going for it. TB has probably the best lookout on Highway 11 at the Terry Fox memorial. It also has a majestic port bordered by rock formations on both sides. There’s a pretty decent rap song about the city that was recently written up in the Toronto Star. It is the hometown of the most pro hockey players per capita. They have their own special foods that you can’t get anywhere else – superflat Finnish pancakes and their own type of doughnut. And I’m told that it has the largest Finnish population outside of Finland (more than 10 000…)
Thunder Bay: A Tale of Two Cities
Thunder Bay is actually two cities – Port Arthur and Fort William amalgamated in 1970.
Since then, they really haven’t come together in a physical manner. There is a bit of a ‘no man’s land’ between north and south Thunder Bay, filled with a golf course, a hospital, an expressway, and some suburban-style office parks. The street names change between north and south.
So how did they choose the name “Thunder Bay”? I have no idea if this is true, but I once read in a book that when Port Arthur and Fort William merged in 1970, they couldn’t decide on a common name. In order to solve the problem, they held a referendum. As always, the voters were split. Some thought it should be named “Lakehead.” While others preferred the more regal-sounding “The Lakehead.” When the final tallies were counted, the two Lakehead options combined had a majority of votes. However, with the two camps splitting most of the vote, plucky little “Thunder Bay” slipped up the middle to win a plurality. Is it true? I don’t know, but I wouldn’t be surprised.
It’s as if the two cities are still buffering against each other, or just don’t know what to do with the space between them. Is there animosity? Bobby Curtola is from Port Arthur. Paul Shaffer is from Fort William. I don’t know if a rivalry exists, but there’s potential…
Thunder Bay has a lot of variety in neighbourhoods. Many parts are littered with old northern hotels and taverns (a la Timmins), while some residential areas have stately turn-of-the-century homes (a la Haileybury), while there are the 1960s suburbs (a la Etobicoke, but with bigger lawns), while Walsh Street is essentially a paved hydro corridor with homes on either side (a la Longlac.) The whole situation means that, while Thunder Bay is a really nice city, it can be sprawly, confusing, and makes for horrible driving.
Of course, nothing says ‘Thunder Bay’ to the history-conscious Canadian than grain elevators. The prevalence of shipping means that the city is criss-crossed by train tracks, which pretty much cut off the city from most of its waterfront, save for a nice park in the north. I think that the port in south Thunder Bay is bigger, but that the elevators in north Thunder Bay are near the waterfront park and therefore make for nicer photos. There are beautiful views of Sleeping Giant (the big rock formation off the harbour) from both the waterfront marina park or from Hillcrest Park on High Street.
One of the coolest thing about Thunder Bay is the massive rock-bubble-things that border the south part of town. You can’t miss them no matter where you look to the south. They’re called the Nor’Westers (after the fur traders) and the largest (Mount McKay) is open for cars to drive up, for a small fee. There’s something Rio de Janeiro-esque about it – they just need a statue on top, looking down over the city.
Maybe they can put a statue of a famous Thunder Bayer up there. Again though, who to choose – Port Arthur’s Bobby Curtola or Fort William’s Paul Shaffer? I’ll pledge 50$ to that.
Thunder Bay: The North’s New York City…?
Thunder Bay wins the north’s big city sweepstakes not only because it is the subject of a rap song (click here, the video is surprisingly good) or the presence of art graffiti but also because, compared to the rest of the north, Thunder Bay is practically a metropolis:
- Thunder Bay has 110 000 people
- Almost ten percent of them speak a language other than French or English (Finnish)
- Thunder Bay has multiple occurrences of the same store or franchise
- There are more stoplights than you can count on your hands and feet in Thunder Bay
- Thunder Bay has satellite towns that resemble suburbs (real ones, not like the hamlets outside of Hearst or Geraldton)
- Eight cities on four different continents around the world are twinned with Thunder Bay
- Heck, Thunder Bay even has its own semi-pro soccer team that employs a handful of Brazilians for a few months every summer
But nothing shows off Thunder Bay’s cosmopolitan flair better than its International Friendship Garden.
The Garden was founded by various ethnic civic organizations to commemorate Canada’s centennial in 1967. You can meet Croatia’s King Tomislav. You can pose with the concrete geese representing Finland. Italy, Scotland, Greece, India, the Philippines, and others are all there too. It almost feels like a ‘mini-putt your way around the world’ exhibit that you’d find on Highway Six south of Hamilton. Maybe it’s the Dutch windmill. Or the random Italian villa surrounded by a chain-link fence. Or maybe it’s the sawmill from Deutschland, which I thought was a garden shed until I spotted the faux waterwheel (sans water.)
However, you have to give TB some credit here. It’s actually pretty cool and totally endearing. Most cities couldn’t have attempted this. Fewer would have even considered it.
It’s more than a bit hokey, but that’s what makes it undeniably charming. Sure, the Confucius statue and adjacent mini-pavilion looks like it could be beside Chinese restaurant in Markham, but who cares? It’s a great park and apparently one of the ‘in’ spots for wedding photos in Thunder Bay.
If you’re in Thunder Bay, you need to try a Persian. A Persian is a holeless doughnut rubbed with cinnamon and topped with a bright pink sugary raspberry glaze. They were …ahem…”invented” in Thunder Bay (in the 1930s), perfected in Thunder Bay, and only sold in Thunder Bay.
A Persian is like the oil-soaked goodness of a fresh farmer’s market doughnut and and the sugaryness of a Beavertail all rolled up into one bundle of super fatty northern Ontario goodness. As one of my co-workers has told me, she works with people in Thunder Bay and when she asks them about Persians, she could practically hear their mouths water through the phone. When she goes there for meetings, she buys two flats and brings them back from Thunder Bay on the plane, and only one flat makes it back alive. But if you’re gonna take the plunge – make sure you avoid the chocolate and go for the real thing – the one with the pink topping.
There are two locations that sell Persians (the doughnuts – not the ancient peoples) – one on Tungsten (out by the university), and one on Balmoral. Just look for The Persian Man.
For non-doughnut grub and shopping the major streets are Red River and Memorial in north Thunder Bay, and Arthur in south Thunder Bay. There is a real mall, a movie complex, the only Swiss Chalet since North Bay, some other chain restaurants, but no Giant Tiger (disappointing.). At one time, TBay had the only East Side Mario’s since Timmins but Keith emailed me to deliver the bad news – it is closed.
To-Do in TB
As far as culture, the Thunder Bay Art Gallery on the campus of Confederation College had a great Norval Morrisseau exhibition while I was there. The gallery is small, but entrance is ridiculously cheap. Thunder Bay also has a symphony, as well as a charity casino. The corner of Algoma and Bay in north Thunder Bay is a bit of a hip spot, with some pubs, a hostel, and specialty shops nearby (a Finnish-language bookstore, and Finn-tastic Sauna and Gift Shop). While I was there, an Italian festival had blocked off the intersection (beer tent + meatball & sausage stands + old nonnas telling you to eat more = my kind of thing!) There’s also a really nice ballpark in Port Arthur that hosts The Thunder Bay Border Cats, a minor league team in one of the American independent leagues.
But as soon as you get start getting visions of grandeur, Thunder Bay returns to its northern roots.
There are all-you-can-eat cabbage rolls and pirogi every Friday from 12-1 at the Polish Hall on Algoma. The Superior Bowladrome is one of four bowling alleys I counted in TB.
(Where I grew up we had double the population but only half the bowling alleys.)
There are the second- and third-tier franchises some common to the north – Robin’s Doughnuts gives Tim Horton’s a serious run for their money in northwestern Ontario, and especially in TB. There is Tacotime, some sort of Mexican franchise that has placed its geometric cacti throughout the city. (This picture does not do those catci justice. And the food is pretty good too…)
But for a real Thunder Bay meal, you need to go to the Hoito. It’s a diner serving traditional Finnish food, and in its heyday it was a focal point for the very politically-active Finnish community. There’s even been a book written on stories told in the diner. It’s located in the old Finnish Labour Temple, which the local community is working hard to restore.
There are also the totally random people. I saw kids sitting unseatbelted (not even strapped in with a rope or duct-tape) on a flatbed truck, as well as roving from side-to-sid
e in the cargo hold of pickups. This wasn’t just in cottage areas, but on main drags like Arthur. I learned that Vampiro, Canada’s top wrestler on the Mexican lucha libre circuit hails from TB. In one of my strangest (?) memories, I witnessed a man smoking a cigar walk out of his home with his dog on a leash. He walked across the street to a cemetery. He let his dog poo in the cemetery, and he walked right back across the street to his home. Gross, but funny. (Maybe this is the sort of thing that inspired White River‘s pet relief station.)
Finally, you know Thunder Bay is a true northern town as it obeys the two main laws of Highway 11 – that each city must have something big, and something in a pile. Thunder Bay has both – its five-foot tall curling rock, and the ever-popular pile of wood.
Absolutely no mention of indigenous peoples and indigenoous history. How do you tell the story of Thunder Bay while leaving that out? This is colonialism. The way you wrote is makes it seem like Finnish people are the people of Thunder Bay.
Don’t care, didn’t ask, plus you’re a nomadic hunter-gatherer
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You’re welcome – thank you very much for the comment, it is appreciated.
I found my mom, thanks.
Hey Joe I’m glad to hear that your search was successful.
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I am 67 years old and have just learned that I was given up for adoption by a young lady from the Geraldton/Nakina area in 1946. My birth father was a taxi driver at the time in Geraldton. If anyone recollects the family name of Leslie I would certainly appreciate any information you could provide. Thank you in advance. firstname.lastname@example.org
The vote for thunder bay was 40% lakehead was 30% and the lakehead was 30% so who do you think won.
Raised in TBay, family still there,I moved , a great city then and now.In and around the city is a nature’s reserve. Beautiful area we live in. Enjoy while you can. Visit outside and around your city, you’ll be amazed at what you find
My brother\’s best friend lives in Thunder Bay. They\’ve known each other since kindergarten when he and his family lived in Hamilton for 2 years. They\’re 8 days apart in age and every summer he comes to visit us.
international friendship gardens is very popular because it is less than a block from the only rv dump station in town, + if you want to know why we call it Blunder Bay, just try playing tennis on one of the many ‘free courts’ that they preserve with ‘asphalt sealer’ that never really dries