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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