Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Sunday, September 04, 2005
Another fun day
Started the morning with a 'continental breakfast' at the hotel, which in Quebec means smoked salmon, bacon, poached eggs, pate, fruit compotes, maple everything, etc. among other things.
Quebec looks like Europe, sometimes it's strange because you forget that this, technically, it's still America.
Spent the morning/afternoon walking around & came across the local farmer's market, where there was produce, wine, and flowers like you've never seen before. We had more poutine, desserts (I had the carrot cake) and of course wine.
Dinner was at La Grolla which is a Swiss Fondue Restuarant, which serves fondue, and Grolla, which is coffee, flambeed grain alcohol, served in a wooden pot that everyone shares. Weird yes, but good and we had a lot of laughs. Off to Montreal tomorow where we are again high rollers in our suite at the Ritz.
Quebec looks like Europe, sometimes it's strange because you forget that this, technically, it's still America.
Spent the morning/afternoon walking around & came across the local farmer's market, where there was produce, wine, and flowers like you've never seen before. We had more poutine, desserts (I had the carrot cake) and of course wine.
Dinner was at La Grolla which is a Swiss Fondue Restuarant, which serves fondue, and Grolla, which is coffee, flambeed grain alcohol, served in a wooden pot that everyone shares. Weird yes, but good and we had a lot of laughs. Off to Montreal tomorow where we are again high rollers in our suite at the Ritz.
Saturday, September 03, 2005
The trip to Canada
So the trip started out simply but interestingly. Dinner was in Manchester New Hampshire at Shorty’s Mexican roadhouse, and they sent out a fried ice cream for Mark & Scott’s b-days.
We decided we wanted booze for the hotel room so we stopped in the Hannaford to get some, and ended up buying a $35 bottle of Moet because what the hell. When we were there, we noticed the most curious thing, which was the way that the ice in the fish dept was being loaded into the cases—by gravity. Yep, they had snow machines, & the ice was snowing from the ceiling.
After driving pretty close to Vermont, we checked into the No-Tell Motel, otherwise known as the Eastgate Motor Lodge. This is a hooker hotel, as evidenced by the fact that the parking lot was full at 1am but empty at 8am.
Onward the next morning to Quebec, and we decided to take a shortcut through the countryside to avoid some traffic AAA said was there. Lunch was at this little café where I had poutine, a traditional Quebec entrée of French fries, gravy, and cheeseballs. Freaking incredible.
Interesting place this Quebec, with cities named Asbestos, and signs that seem to say “What the hell is this thing to the left?”
Today we checked into le Chateau Frontenac, a 100+ year-old hotel on the top of a hill here in Quebec. There is a special lift called the Funiculaire which takes you up the side of the mountain if you wander town to the St Laurent to check out the shops.
We decided we wanted booze for the hotel room so we stopped in the Hannaford to get some, and ended up buying a $35 bottle of Moet because what the hell. When we were there, we noticed the most curious thing, which was the way that the ice in the fish dept was being loaded into the cases—by gravity. Yep, they had snow machines, & the ice was snowing from the ceiling.
After driving pretty close to Vermont, we checked into the No-Tell Motel, otherwise known as the Eastgate Motor Lodge. This is a hooker hotel, as evidenced by the fact that the parking lot was full at 1am but empty at 8am.
Onward the next morning to Quebec, and we decided to take a shortcut through the countryside to avoid some traffic AAA said was there. Lunch was at this little café where I had poutine, a traditional Quebec entrée of French fries, gravy, and cheeseballs. Freaking incredible.
Interesting place this Quebec, with cities named Asbestos, and signs that seem to say “What the hell is this thing to the left?”
Today we checked into le Chateau Frontenac, a 100+ year-old hotel on the top of a hill here in Quebec. There is a special lift called the Funiculaire which takes you up the side of the mountain if you wander town to the St Laurent to check out the shops.
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