Generally when I pack for a work trip I make sure I have some type of lounge wear/slob wear in my suitcase that is appropriate for wandering the halls of whatever hotel I happen to be in. I’ve learned the hard way that no matter how quick the trip to the vending machines might be, you will inevitably run into someone you know when you’re making the run in the bathrobe from the room. (True story)
Part of my comfort wear includes flip flops but apparently I had a mental relapse when I packed yesterday morning because when I opened my bag, I realized the only shoes I had were the ones on my feet. While find them comfortable, I’d been wearing them for about 12 hours and the thought of wearing them through our group supper just wasn’t working for me.
So I sent a quick Facebook message to my work cohorts, relatively certain they would tell me that this:
wasn’t really appropriate for the hotel restaurant/bar for the evening.
That wasn’t the message back. So that’s how I went to supper:
My feet thanked me for it. And really, they did sort of match my ensemble.
The first night in St. John’s we went to George Street and had fish and chips in a pub. Classic.
Cod cakes at the Cafe at the Rooms in St. John’s
Chocolaty goodness for dessert at Portabellos in St. John’s
My sister and brother in law were in Newfoundland visiting his family at the same time I was there. We frequently compared food via text and I was a bit confused when she said she was having a “mess” for lunch. I was so excited to discover “weiner mess” on the menu of the food truck in Farewell while waiting for the ferry to Fogo. My brother in law says I should have had dressing on it, but it was really good as is.
Salt fish dinner is one of my favourites, so I had to try salt cod pizza. This was one of the best things I ate all summer. The best part: it was topped with pork scraps (which fancy people call scrunchions.) (Nicole’s Cafe on Fogo)
Scallop salad at the Mystic Restaurant at Sinbad’s Hotel in Gander
Bologna is one of those foods you either love or hate. I happen to fall in the love category, though I consider it mostly a lunch/supper fare. When I saw bologna as a breakfast meat, I knew I had to try it. The French toast was good too. (PJ Billington’s in St. John’s)
My Caesar at the Cafe at the Rooms in St. John’s. Much spicer than my usual Caesar (Hello Sriracha) with a spicy sausage as a garnish.
Scallop salad with bacon. Need I say more. (PJ Billington’s in St. John’s)
Cheesecake for dessert at the Cafe at the Rooms in St. John’s.
Calamari from Newfoundland squid. I’m not a huge calamari fan, but this was good. (Nicole’s Cafe on Fogo Island)
My trip to Newfoundland in July included lots of good food (of course). You know it was good when you’re still thinking about it two months later. 🙂
Fogo Island has been on my bucket list of places to visit for a long time; way before Justin and Gwyneth made it cool. I had the chance to last month and it was so worth the trip. I’d go back in a heartbeat.
Joe Batt’s Arm
Docking on Fogo
Joe Batt’s Arm
Joe Batt’s Arm
Veteran Arriving in Farewell
Ferry Route Map
Veteran docking on Fogo
July has inadvertently been filled with work travel with the bonus of the meetings being in places off the normal meeting track. Something I’ve not been good about (but am trying to do better) is taking some extra time for stops along the way.
A little over a week ago I was at a meeting at the Pictou Lodge. It had been about a decade since I’d been to the area with little free time on the last go through. This time there were lots of stops on the way.
A broken air conditioner meant we were driving with the windows down and the scent from Seafoam Lavender Farm made us turn around and double back. It was a cute little shop; I’m anxious to try my treasures, particularly the pet spray (Charlie can be stinky).
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