You may remember me talking about my and A’s morning commute.
Well, since then we learned a new skill called “changing the radio station”. And today, it paid off.
Yesterday we were listening to a station interviewing two young and very interesting kids who are doing some cheesy goodness in the downtown core.
They’re two Fanshawe College grads, one from the food and beverage program, the other from the business program. Together they decided to give Londoners some lunchtime (and after bar time) cheesy goodness.
They created a downtown food stall where they make grilled cheeses that make your mouth water. The call it OSMAP Grilled Cheeserie (Operation Super Massive Awesome Plan). I call it a great idea.
With A being the grilled cheese connoisseur, we decided that we needed to check it out for lunch.
Who doesn’t love a grilled cheese with bacon with a side of magic tricks?
The menu! The classic can be accompanied by bacon. Obviously. And they have a feature. Today? A grilled cheese with cheddar, cream cheese and jalapeños. Other add ones are available.
The grilled cheese sandwiches are sold with cold drinks for $1. And yes, there is a hand washing station (don’t worry Grams).
A and I both opted for the classic grilled cheese with cheddar and bacon ($5). And it was delicious.
One guy grills while the other keeps the crowd entertained with magic tricks. MAGIC TRICKS.
All in all I think we both decided that we would be repeat customers. Supporting two nice kids who are ambitious and brave enough to start their own business in downtown London. And they make a mean grilled cheese.
(Sadly, there is no Strongbows to go with your grilled cheese. Such a tease!)
The grilling takes place 11am-2pm Monday – Friday at Dundas Street and Talbot Street, and down on Richmond Row for the late night crowd.
While we were busy painting the house, I got to go through my grams’ stuff!
Don’t worry, it was legit. I had no idea about all these treasures!
Take a look:
We emptied out some drawers to move some furniture and found some jewels! I contemplated hiding them to stop Grams from her lethal leg pats. With a half dozen rings on that can leave a mark.
I emptied out a closet and found some pieces of Grams’ favourite friend (as my aunt calls it), the vacuum cleaner. That there is a collection of fifteen (15!) vacuum attachments.
A whistle. I suspect this was used to corral five children. Or at least the ones that wandered (dad…).
Doilies! The most beautiful and lovely old doilies. Which I promptly stole. Don’t worry, there going to make their way home again. In the big pile was a small rectangular doily that Grams wore as a little one when she lived in the convent. THE CONVENT. How cool is that? When she modeled it it looked as though it still fit her.
But these wre my favourite doilies:
If your wondering where Papa’s old stuff is, you can stop wondering. He has no old stuff, he throws everything out. Is there a word for the opposite of a hoarder?
And her’s what happened on the last day after I painted one of the bedroom doors:
That is what happens when you put latex paint on top of oil based paint without priming first. Damn you paint gods! So naturally we drank a lot of this:
While some of us were breaking our cars driving up North, and others were getting pedicures and going shopping (I’m looking at you, A) I was out in C-Town helping my gramps paint the family homestead.
Grams was living it up on Ldot with A (those paint fumes are a little bitch) taking full advantage of the spa, movie theater (Brave! We need a review!!) and getting Grams to try on “leggings” at Lulu Lemon.
While they were hanging out, we were doing this:
Once upon a time, a young couple named M and FFD set out on the second leg of their journey to the North.
Their chariot (named Stan) looked like this:
Unbeknownst to them (well, sort of), they had scorned the spirits of Agawa Bay by neglecting to leave an offering that would ensure their safe passage by Lake Superior.
Twenty kilometers later, at 1:30PM, Stan made a terrible grinding noise, and they were forced to pull over on the Trans Canada Highway, among the bears and the moose (mooses?).
They tried in vain to use their cell phones to call for help, but (wouldn’t you know it?) there was no reception in the wild. FFD retreated to the shade to avoid death by sunburn, while M stood by the roadside, looking forlorn. Remarkably, in the following hour, three different vehicles stop to see if the couple needed help.
The first good samaritan knew nothing about mechanics and he and his son could offer little help. They wished the couple good luck and were off.
The second good samaritan was much the same; kind, but un-knowledgeable as well. He made sure the couple was safe and moved on.
The third good samaritan drove a transport truck, rigged with a tow. He was headed to Thunder Bay, where he would retrieve a transport truck that had recently struck a moose and was out of commission.
This good samaritan’s name was Gord, and he saved the couple. He took them to Wawa, where he tracked down and introduced them to his friend who owned a tow truck. FFD was going to have to accompany the tow truck driver to retrieve Stan and the trailer.
This process took 3 hours, as there is only one tow truck in Wawa. During the journey with the tow truck driver to retrieve Stan from the scene of the breakdown, FFD got to assist with several other calls, including an accident on the Trans Canada involving a U-Haul, and a man that had locked his keys in his car at a provincial park. FFD is now a certified tow truck apprentice.
M stayed with Gord at the Tim Horton’s in Wawa. “Don’t worry,” said Gord. “I won’t leave you two until we get this all sorted out.” M felt safe, and she learned a lot about Gord and his love for DuMauriers and Tim’s coffee in the next few hours.
FFD and tow truck guy brought Stan and the trailer to Wawa, where the contents of Stan had to be loaded into the trailer. You can see this process, below. Note Gord’s transport in the background:
Stan was then taken to the local dealership in Wawa, where he is receiving the utmost care and is waiting patiently to be retrieved.
Gord then hooked the trailer to the back of his giant transport, and offered to take the couple all the way to Thunder Bay (5 hours away). By this time, it was already nearing 7PM. Everyone was basically best friends anyways, so why not travel together? Besides, Gord was offering to tow the trailer and the couple all the way to THUNDER BAY, where FFDs truck was parked. This would save the couple at LEAST $1200 in towing expenses. How could they say no?
So, they said ‘yes’. And M got to relax in Gord’s bunk in the transport while Gord and FFD were shooting the shit all the way to T. Bay, where Gord dropped them off at their truck and helped them hitch the trailer up.
The couple got a good night’s sleep at a Best Western, and completed their journey the next day.
The couple have friended Gord on Facebook, are currently enjoying the North and are looking forward to being reunited with Stan.
Some of you may have heard by now that the journey to the north was one hell of an adventure! For context (many of you have expressed confusion over the sheer size of the province), I’ve prepared a map indicating the first leg of our journey. The green indicates the route, the yellow shows our first stop at Pancake Bay provincial park (that marker is approximate, and probably very inaccurate…I’m guesstimating) .
I highly recommend Pancake Bay! Especially (and perhaps, only) if you can reserve a site on the water ahead of time.
The weather was awesome and the people were really friendly!!
On morning 2, we went to Lake Superior Provincial Park, where we were warned of what lurked ahead:
You may be wondering what we’d find a mere 400 metres ahead. So was I. Also, it wasn’t 400-metres-of-flat-land ahead, but rather 400-metres-of-rocky-terrain-and-cliffs-ahead.
And I was wearing flip flops.
And I had to scale the side of a cliff over Lake Superior with nothing to hold but a chain. A chain that was BROKEN in several places! If you look closely, you’ll note that after the next iron bolt, the chain has been broken off (probably by someone who plunged to their death), leaving me to scale the rest of the slippery rock ledge without anything to hold (did I mention the flip flops?!). The park officials also though it would be nice to add the ropes you see behind me, which trail down into the lake, so you can try to pull yourself out once you fall in (upper body strength, anyone?).
But all of the drama was well worth it (I’m sure you could hear my cries of protest all the way down in South Western Ontario). Once we scaled around the rock ledge, we got to see some of the best preserved pictographs on the Canadian Shield, including a painting of Misshepezhieu. Misshepezhieu was, according to Ojibwe legend, a part-lynx, part-sea monster that would whip it’s tail around under water to create waves.
So, traditionally, travelers would leave offerings of tobacco or other gifts here for Misshepezhieu, since he had such a bad temper, and they wanted him to grant them a safe and successful passage by Lake Superior.
*Ahem* Cough* Cough*
We didn’t leave any offerings.
So I’ll give you some time to guess what happens in Part 2…