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eating in victoria day 3

Though as I write this I am back at work in Ontario eating grocery store sushi at my computer, my mouth is still watering from thinking of the last meal I had in Victoria. It wasn’t in a restaurant but it was incredible.

The day before, my boyfriend and I went to a little microbrewery called Swans Buckerfield’s Brewery and each selected a beer that we thought sounded interesting for dinner the following day.

I picked the Pandora Pale Ale

and my boyfriend got the oatmeal stout (which I liked best surprisingly)

But long before we could sit down and sip our beers over dinner, we had a date with some kayaks and Brentwood Bay. I always get stressed out before kayaking because there’s so much to think about. Making sure the kayaks are properly on the roof racks, that you have the whole myriad of equipment necessary for the venture, that you know where you’re going to launch from, that there’s a place to unload near where you’re launching, that kayaks are heavy and difficult to unload, that you have to wear Crocs in order to keep your sneakers from getting wet when you launch and so on and so forth. But as soon as I was down on the shore, about to be launched and in my kayak, I was won over by the wonderful smell of the Pacific ocean and by how calm the water was in the bay.

And we saw a seal…

looking away but a seal up close none the less

Being on the water and smelling that ocean smell made me crave crab something fierce. But none of this imitation crab business. Crab bought alive and killed right before cooking. Steamed until it turned bright red and then smothered in garlicy butter and served alongside french bread to mop up the juices left behind. It would be an event.

And that’s exactly what we had for dinner (plus some brussel sprouts for good measure).

A wonderful simple supper eaten with reckless abandon for how messy it is. I can’t wait to go back to Victoria next month.


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a beer you can’t order without feeling pretentious

Being a person who enjoys wine enough to choose it over water far too often, it follows that I can also sit down and enjoy a good beer. I love going to the Woolwich Arrow in Guelph for their salmon burgers, truck-wagon-style fries but most of all, their beer list. Usually I tend to stick to the Ontario brews for the sake of the local but was urged by a friend to diverge from that on my most recent visit. Knowing me to be a person with discerning tastes (read: snob), he suggested that I might find Blanche de Chambly to my liking.

I absolutely did but felt like an asshole ordering it as its impossible to say “blanche de chambly” without conjuring images of those affected people who pepper their speech with French in the hopes that they’ll sound sophisticated. But no matter, it’s a great wheat beer.

A few days later, I was at the Drake Hotel in Toronto where they have Blanche de Chambly on tap and so, I had some more. Before leaving Toronto, I stopped at the LCBO by the bus station to stock up on a few bottles because we don’t have them in Guelph.

So the moral of this story is that this beer is good, I’ve been drinking a lot of it and this afternoon when I was sipping a pint of Wellingtons, I was pretending it was Blanche de Chambly.

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