In spite of no reservation
Third time in the Doghouse this summer . This afternoon we needed a pop break and some free wifi, so we chose a familiar face and place.
I don’t get the TV content. Last two trips, we watched old hockey games, which closely resemble new hockey games. In fact, the only tipoff was the calendar. I know the race for the cup hasn’t begun again.
Today, on every screen, professional poker. Believe me, this doesn’t qualify as a spectator sport. Sure, the little cameras that reveal the hidden cards are cool, but there isn’t even real money in evidence. Just plastic chips and odd facial expressions. Not odd enough to keep me riveted to the channel. I might go to the dollar store and get my own remote control, just for the next time.
We showed up at the Water-Prince Corner Shop at suppertime. It has a (good) reputation. We headed inside, and when asked if we had reservations, answered truthfully: No.
She looked at us, oddly, and then said she would see what was available. With speed that would embarrass some of the fast food depots, we had a table, a menu and our order. Elapsed time, under five minutes.
It was only as we savoured an excellent order of fresh scallops that we took note of the lineup, the constantly ringing phone and the jockeying of time slots for those who had “called ahead”. Who knew? I’m not known for announcing my intentions in advance (ask any of my friends), so I’ll put this one down to a perfect storm of circumstance.
And let me repeat, the food at the Water-Prince Corner Shop is excellent.
We then took a leisurely stroll along Water and King streets, just because.
