Sonja, the Hammer and I took a little drive to the east this afternoon. The Hammer likes the snow and one roar around in it with her neighbourhood buddies was not enough to keep her on the carpet dreaming about whatever it is dogs dream about.
As we made our way east we were surprised to find the farmers had no snow to show. It had all heaped up in our neighbourhood. After we got out of the car and let the dog loose the sun came out and it was very pleasant. As we shuffled along and our dog made friends with the water birds a young eagle flew off from the path ahead of us. I never tire of eagles. Soon the Hammer startled a hawk snoozing in the long dead grass and three trumpeter swans made their Concorde-like way across the sky.
After the walk we were both hungry and I needed a beer. Our favourite neighbourhood restaurant was still closed so we dropped into one of our city's Sunday-drab pubs for a beer. I had a Sleemans out of the tap and we watched a little of the NHL's suitably drab all-star game.
When we left the pub the restaurant was still closed so we headed crosstown looking for a place that opened early. We decided to give the Red Robin a try. Place has been there for years but we had never tried it.
I had a Keith's India Pale Ale. Good beer but it did not exactly scream, "I love you Beer!" over Bono's booming voice as we waited for our meal.
The food was shit. We are never going back there again even though the waitresses were all big ass blondes.
2 comments:
The snow is beautiful.
Nothing cools a beer better. Let us know if any of your Arabians gets in a race on the Interior circuit.
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