My travel guilty pleasure? Niagara Falls!
From the Globe and Mail:
Niagara Falls, Ont., is tacky, brash and vulgar, as subtle as a punch in the nose, as un-Canadian as a drunken brawl at a PTA meeting. This is precisely why it is so magnificent.
It is a town full of casinos, cut-price cocktails, slightly mildewed carpets, haunted houses and dubious waxworks. There is nothing organic, artisanal or locavore in its streets. I have never seen a ukulele, though I have visited many times, and I once spent an afternoon searching in vain for hummus. It is bursting at the seams with gluten. It must never change.