Travelogues on the quest for employment

A man reports that he was entering every Greek restaurant in Toronto and asking if they need someone for work.

F.Τ.: Eh, after two, three days that I found, let’s say, a rhythm here I started searching for work.
RE.: Okay. I won’t forget that I was walking from Landstar and Bloor to Yonge Bloor, then I was going up to St. Clair and Yonge and then again St. Clair up to Landstar and again down the whole block and wherever I found a restaurant, I entered and asked.
RE.: Okay. So, you knew to go to a restaurant there…
F.Τ.: To a restaurant.
RE.: That’s what you thought?
F.Τ.: That’s what I thought. That’s what I thought because I had heard and knew that a large percentage of the restaurant owners were Greeks. Therefore, the only way to survive would be somewhere to talk to someone who knows your language and you can communicate with him because at that time I spoke neither English, nor anything else let’s say.