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We got breakfast at the hotel and were out before 10. Not at 9, but before it was 10, so, yay us!
We stopped in Levis to have dejeuner at Delice Resto Lounge. I got avocado toast and asked them to leave the marinated beets off. This was another No English Menu place. Really good, tho. A. got the choco noisette pancakes, and we took my leftover potatos and her leftover pancake to go because Monday morning in northern Vermont is not a place you are going to find anything open to serve you breakfast (well, there’s probably a Dunkin’ somewhere . . . ).
Dinner was at Sherbrooke at Le Vintage 5080, which is another black and white tile, murals of diner-cool-adjacent celebs (John Travolta from Grease, and I think Diana Rigg, but we’re not really sure). The wings had some kind of flavoring A. did not care for, but we actually got her a totally plain burger! First and only time in Canada! I ate her wings. She had my fries. We wound up taking a bunch of the burger along with because she got full. Local apple cider for the apple juice. The old fashioned was tasty. The fish from my fish and chips was tasty altho I gave one of the two pieces to R. He got a poutine and seemed happy with it.
We had to wander over to Hotel Jay to find anyone because Tram Haus is empty. But our room is cavernous and huge and it is delightfully quiet. Everyone gets their own bed, room and bathroom. I really should plan vacations around this kind of setup; it would be better.
I’ve been listening to Ben Carpenter’s “Everything Fat Loss”. It is really remarkably awesome.
R. drove, except the last leg which I drove because I wanted to be the person chatting at the border. Because I always want to be the person answering the questions at the border. It goes so much better that way.
This crossing (QC 253, IIRC) is even quieter than the one we came up through, and I thought that one was quiet.
We stopped in Levis to have dejeuner at Delice Resto Lounge. I got avocado toast and asked them to leave the marinated beets off. This was another No English Menu place. Really good, tho. A. got the choco noisette pancakes, and we took my leftover potatos and her leftover pancake to go because Monday morning in northern Vermont is not a place you are going to find anything open to serve you breakfast (well, there’s probably a Dunkin’ somewhere . . . ).
Dinner was at Sherbrooke at Le Vintage 5080, which is another black and white tile, murals of diner-cool-adjacent celebs (John Travolta from Grease, and I think Diana Rigg, but we’re not really sure). The wings had some kind of flavoring A. did not care for, but we actually got her a totally plain burger! First and only time in Canada! I ate her wings. She had my fries. We wound up taking a bunch of the burger along with because she got full. Local apple cider for the apple juice. The old fashioned was tasty. The fish from my fish and chips was tasty altho I gave one of the two pieces to R. He got a poutine and seemed happy with it.
We had to wander over to Hotel Jay to find anyone because Tram Haus is empty. But our room is cavernous and huge and it is delightfully quiet. Everyone gets their own bed, room and bathroom. I really should plan vacations around this kind of setup; it would be better.
I’ve been listening to Ben Carpenter’s “Everything Fat Loss”. It is really remarkably awesome.
R. drove, except the last leg which I drove because I wanted to be the person chatting at the border. Because I always want to be the person answering the questions at the border. It goes so much better that way.
This crossing (QC 253, IIRC) is even quieter than the one we came up through, and I thought that one was quiet.