Keeping after the fish
As the days go by, the obvious menu for summer on PEI involves fish. Fresh, frozen; that part is important to the kitchen staff. On my plate, what matters is the texture. Oh, and the tartar sauce.
This afternoon, we decided to get into the Park territory, albeit briefly. A visit to Richard’s, in Covehead, means crossing the border. I prepared our speech: “We’re just going over to Richard’s”, as if he were a personal acquaintance. In truth, we didn’t even see the border attendant; either asleep in the overheated glassed booth, or simply MIA. We were in, without need for a pass or a promise.
The food at the Covehead wharf is good. Not “best in class”, but close. Only the wait seems long, but that is a function of food and cooking. By the time we were on the point of anxious, the little electronic alarm went off, and I had our order, including “an extra piece of fish” which they seem to provide to a lot of people. The scallops were good, and we had a seat away from direct sunlight. Life is good.
Already in the park, there was no reason to exit quickly, so we drove from Dalvay to Robinson’s Island before taking the Brackley Road south to the city. An afternoon well spent, and not yet over.
I’ve had a certain curiosity about where the Glenaladale estate might be, and with the help of Google, I finally came up with a civic address. The lane is blocked, but from the top of the hill, it’s obvious that we’re talking about a large house with a lot of brick. Rare in these parts.
