You'll need this at these restaurants in Toronto.
Your first car is always the best car in the world, no matter what the rest of world thinks. My first car was a 1997 Volvo 850 sedan (still driving it, as I write this). Yes, it's over 20 years old, and no, I'm not a 60 year old man. I got it used; what drew me to it were: the brand's reputation for safety and engineering, its relatively low price and the fact that it looks like a box on wheels (I have a thing for boxy cars, except for the Nissan Cube. That's just an ugly looking car. No offense to Cube owners). It has served me well; the only repairs that it needed were for the muffler -- it had a hole in it which made it sound really loud. It sounded kinda badass. I know what you're thinking: how often do you hear people describing a Volvo as badass? (never). But, to me, it sounded like one of those super-cars you see in the Fast & Furious movies or a Honda Civic with an aftermarket, modified muffler. The body is still in pretty good shape, notwithstanding a few scratches and dents and some minor damage to one of the rims when my mom took it out for a drive one day and promptly smashed it into a sidewalk curb (that's a story for another day).
I hope it'll last another 20 years.