This past weekend was filled with our three favourites: food, family, fun. And if you’re into it: fashion, friends, football, fiery conversation, etc., etc. And there were a few drinks involved. Or more than a few.
And I don’t want to make unsubstantiated claims- but as I was walking to the bus depot to pick up my auntie, I was almost hit by an Escalade driven by one Mr. Rob Ford. Now I’m not saying that’s the reason he was ousted from office today. I’m just saying it’s a coincidence.
Here’s what else we did on our first day (other than cuddle up with M and hang with FFD):
Here the view from one of our two suites, looking over Nathan Phillips Square.
We didn’t spend much time gazing at the skyline as we were busy eating and drinking. Thanks to Gramma for the cheese.
We then made our way down to a pub. We got some fresh air, and got to see the festive light arrangements. Which A noted looked like something less than festive.
We arrived at this pub: “The Queen and Beaver”. Not, as we learned “The Queen’s Beaver”.
We did more of this:
M ordered some duck pâté, I think. Mind the blurry photo. At this point I started mixing libations.
And I had a bite of dad’s tomato and cheddar toast:
And then I got some mushroom pithivier. Which is fancy French for a puff pastry pie.
M had some smoked fish…noooo.
And I had some more cider. Including this one that I sent back.
And then it was off to drink some more.
And then I took a picture of a cat.