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Saturday of the ciabatta
Jun. 12th, 2011 01:42 pmI think the new rule when out in the sticks is to stay away from the classy restaurants. We went to one yesterday, because you're hungry and don't make good decisions, and you know, you want to support local businesses and stuff. But the food is always overpriced and average, the decor is "don't quite get it" - loud Bob Dylan's Greatest Hits do not a fine dining experience make, and if your specials are on a chalkboard, don't stick the chalkboard against the wall behind Shain's chair, so that you have to lead people behind an eating customer constantly to extol the virtues of your $25.99 surf-and-turf. Not to mention the patrons who, having not been informed of virtues of your $25.99 surf-and-turf, feel the need to wander over. I have had cheaper and better food right in the middle of expensive, scary-minority-filled Toronto.
There's a lack of what you call 'road food' up here - there aren't Waffle Houses every other mile and nobody opens corner BBQ stands or weird fried chicken places like they do in the south. Well, not in the sticks, anyway. You can't throw a stone in the city without hitting something good to eat that's probably open late. But when it's 4pm and you're way out on some county road and you're hungry, your options are the Mickey D's or some place that is the only nice restaurant within 40 KM.
So that's yesterday: couldn't get to the Palmerston yard sale because the YAY WE'RE PORTUGESE festival was like a Berlin Wall right down Dundas, and the weather threatened rain, and we didn't find anything good out in the sticks and I had a twelve dollar club sandwich that made me long for the day when the ciabatta fad will end. On the plus side we cleaned the place up, we had a nice walk in the woods without any rain, and I got some books for our trip which is in what, three weeks? Two weeks? And we have a new rule in place about eating while out in the sticks - stick to the chains or get a candy bar and hold out until you get home. (Or go to that Mennonite all you can eat in St. Jacobs. Holy jeez everything in that place is good.)
To be honest the real conclusion I draw from yesterday is that I need a bike like crazy. I think the upcoming anniversary (our 9th!) will be the Bicycle Anniversary.
There's a lack of what you call 'road food' up here - there aren't Waffle Houses every other mile and nobody opens corner BBQ stands or weird fried chicken places like they do in the south. Well, not in the sticks, anyway. You can't throw a stone in the city without hitting something good to eat that's probably open late. But when it's 4pm and you're way out on some county road and you're hungry, your options are the Mickey D's or some place that is the only nice restaurant within 40 KM.
So that's yesterday: couldn't get to the Palmerston yard sale because the YAY WE'RE PORTUGESE festival was like a Berlin Wall right down Dundas, and the weather threatened rain, and we didn't find anything good out in the sticks and I had a twelve dollar club sandwich that made me long for the day when the ciabatta fad will end. On the plus side we cleaned the place up, we had a nice walk in the woods without any rain, and I got some books for our trip which is in what, three weeks? Two weeks? And we have a new rule in place about eating while out in the sticks - stick to the chains or get a candy bar and hold out until you get home. (Or go to that Mennonite all you can eat in St. Jacobs. Holy jeez everything in that place is good.)
To be honest the real conclusion I draw from yesterday is that I need a bike like crazy. I think the upcoming anniversary (our 9th!) will be the Bicycle Anniversary.
