Comfort food
Have I raved enough about the food we’ve had during vacation? Oh well, don’t stop me yet, ‘cuz I’m still having fun. Variety and quality abound.
Last evening, we were over in Rollo Bay, to try one of the few new restaurants in the area that we hadn’t tested yet. The name escapes me: Fiddlin’ Lobster or something similar; it cries out for something more distinct, but I’m just a customer. Anyhow, this table gets my two thumbs up in the air and wigglin’ award.
Great fish, seasoned with Cajun spices and a side order of large scallops. Well worth the visit for those who like fresh seafood. No frozen breaded cardboard stuff here. If we had a few more days, I’d return for another round. Alas, the joys of an Island vacation have to end, or else I’d have nothing to look forward to when it comes time to retire.
The air mattress died yesterday. In fine health when our day started, by last evening it was a faint shadow of its former self, and all my efforts at mouth-to-valve resuscitation led to frustration. The ground was as hard as I remembered it to be. Here we are, in early afternoon and the visit to the Canny Tire is already in the past tense.
This is my third Thursday in a row with a plate of boiled dinner at Papa Joe’s. This time around, I think that the staff as a group were in on my story, as various faces stopped by to make sure that the meal was agreeable. Thanks, Joanne and Felicity and Barb.
The Canada Games are about to begin, so we’ll probably pack our tent and steal off into the night in a neighbouring province.
