Sheryl Sandberg and Portland St.

credit card: Today poulet to-do is part of the brainstorming for a Jamaican spot Zuccarini is hatching, according to Toronto Star. My dad didn’t get a credit card until he was in his 60s, she’d told me just minutes prior as we rendezvoused at the back of her Italian restaurant on Portland St., north of King St. All in day work for Zuccarini, one of Toronto cleverest restaurateurs, and one who started leaning in long before Sheryl Sandberg made it a thing. W., which serves 1,000 people a day and sits across the street from where Chubby — that aforementioned Jamaican spot — will rise. Her dad has one of those classic immigrant stories: he had an evangelical approach to money, always had a plan, was the first to bring an espresso machine to Canada, she tells me, as part of an importing business. As is often the case for women with blistering ambition, a fatherly shadow is never far. (www.immigrantscanada.com). As reported in the news.