The East York Civic Centre was the municipal office of the former Borough of East York, Canada, now part of Toronto as the result of municipal amalgamation. The two storey civic buildings, located on the western side of Coxwell Avenue, were completed in 1990, and are currently occupied by a number of municipal departments and services.
Since 1998, the offices are no longer in use as council chambers. The East York Community Council became the Downtown Community Council (later renamed Toronto East York Community Council) and sits at Toronto City Hall. From 2002 to 2005, the council chambers were used to hold public hearings in the Toronto Computer Leasing Inquiry. It now houses various committee offices and city services department for residents of East York. A farmer's market takes place at the Civic Centre from May to November.
A cenotaph is located on the Civic Centre's Memorial Gardens, a simple park surrounding the building. The True Davidson Chambers is named for former mayor True Davidson.
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