As a two-year anniversary present to The Boy and I, my parents had given us a weekend in a (really nice!) bed and breakfast in a sleepy town just outside Niagara Falls on the US side. For various reasons, the date we eventually booked to finally go and enjoy the weekend turned out to be… Canada day! (Even the border guard as we drove over asked us “So let me get this straight: you’re spending Canada Day outside of Canada?” * nods * “Well, have a good one!”)
Lewiston, like a lot of small tourist towns, is pretty, sunshiney, and full of art-y decorations and shops. As we got in Sunday afternoon, a lot of them were closing up or already closed, but we still wandered the main drag, making mental notes (mostly of used book stores) for where to go the next day.
Down by the water, a lot of historical notes were about the War of 1812. (We all know how that went, right?) I was surprised to see this near our stay: it’s a pretty unflattering display!
While the shops were mostly closed, the restaurants all seemed to be open. One by the water had a pretty good live band — and a goodly crowd on their waterfront patio. The Boy and I kept wandering though, to make our way to a pub which had advertised “over 40 beers on tap”… and I am so glad we did!
We stepped out onto the patio (last table available!) to see a miniature version of our own Smelly! That dog was the happiest-looking, and definitely the quietest Eski we’d ever seen. She spent about half of the time we were there sitting up on the ground for ear scratches from the waitress (who even brought her a bowl of ice cubes and water) and the other half in her owner’s lap, looking super pleased. The Boy and I felt bad that we kept watching, but it was nice to see such an obviously loved and happy dog.
We weren’t just ogling other people’s pets though. The pub did not disappoint with its selection of drinks. While The Boy pondered a very long list of available beers, I was pleased to note that they had my beloved Woodchuck on tap! Given that I was planning on picking some up to bring home, however, I felt I should try something different. My choices were Massachusett’s Angry Orchard cider, or McKenzie’s Black Cherry cider, made in New York state. I couldn’t resist the black cherry and oh! If you guys get the chance, do try it. It’s a great summer cider: actually not all that sweet (way less sweet than pear cider, for example), with a wonderful berry, cherry aftertaste. So good.
The Boy also enjoyed his libations. We’d wanted some snacketing food to go with our afternoon patio-sitting, but the pub was out of fries. (What?!) This turned out to be a glorious stroke of luck, as when our sweet potato fries arrived, we found them drenched in deliciousness! (Also known as honey butter.)
If you haven’t tried drowning your sweet potato fries in honey butter, I highly suggest it. Not often, mind you, but it does make for a very decadent snack.
True to pub form, this place had delicious food. Given that the previous night had featured all-you-can-eat (or in my case slightly-more-than-you-can-eat) Korean BBQ, I opted for the panko-breaded warm goat cheese salad, while The Boy had a pot roast “sandwich”. (Garlic bread topped with mashed potatoes, pot roast, and fried onion strings. Delicious, but I question the “sandwich” classification!)
We were both amused to see the three-tined forks. Just like being in Europe again! Unlike being in Europe, however, we were both surprised to see the bill — $4 pints? Hurray for the US!
After more wandering around in the sunshine, we headed back to catch the sunset from the hotel’s balcony. We could just catch a few glimpses of fireworks in the distance through some treetops, so we didn’t totally miss out on the festivities. I felt just a twinge of homesickness at not getting to see them up close… but the cosiness of the room did much to make up for that.
Happy Birthday, Canada!