Afternoon Delight
A fun-fact about New Brunswick. They probably have the greatest quantity of Dairy Queens per capita in North America. The amount of DQ's we've seen is simply astonishing. Including all stops for food, gas, etc, I would estimate that we've stopped in 14 towns and cities across NB. No less than 12 of them had at least 1 Dairy Queen. At least three of them had multiple DQ's. Had we explored the other two towns more thoroughly, I'm confident they would have turned up at least one each as well. East coasters love their ice cream.
Another fun fact about New Brunswick - and generally speaking - the east coast. Pizza Delight is the preferred pizza restaurant. Sure you'll find an occasional Boston Pizza, Pizza Hut or a ma & pa but these are few and far between. Pizza Delight reigns here and the restaurants are built accordingly. Palatial, wondrous houses of deliciousness, warmth and love.
We took in a little afternoon delight in the Moncton PD today. Pizza? Delicious. Prices? Incredibly reasonable? Service? Attentive and efficient. And to top it off, we got to grill our own garlic bread. Seriously. They have a large grill in the middle restaurant and a bread bar beside it. You select as much bread as you want and grill one side. Then you butter the grilled side (with your choice of cheese, butter, garlic butter, red pepper spread, etc) and cook the other side. Voila. Free garlic toast and you've killed most of the time you'd spend waiting for your food.
That said, the road isn't all wine and roses. There's been an ever increasing problem. Dusty.
Twice now we've found him passed out deep into the dashboard. Typically - as those of you who frequent this report will know - he stands proudly and protectively just on top of the instrument panel. He acts as a guardian and navigator; pointing the way home and radiating an aura of pride and hope. So, to see him lying on his side - without pride, without hope and without dignity - is troubling. . We weren't sure if it was depression or fatigue or perhaps just the flu. But regardless, there is nothing sadder than a wallowing rhino.
The problem was clarified when I came into the hotel after running some errands and found the picture below.
I would have tried to discuss it with him, but I was both puzzled (by the plastic spoons) and somewhat frightened (by the swiss army knife he was branding). We've called a band intervention. Hopefully the local authorities won't need to get involved.
Another fun fact about New Brunswick - and generally speaking - the east coast. Pizza Delight is the preferred pizza restaurant. Sure you'll find an occasional Boston Pizza, Pizza Hut or a ma & pa but these are few and far between. Pizza Delight reigns here and the restaurants are built accordingly. Palatial, wondrous houses of deliciousness, warmth and love.
We took in a little afternoon delight in the Moncton PD today. Pizza? Delicious. Prices? Incredibly reasonable? Service? Attentive and efficient. And to top it off, we got to grill our own garlic bread. Seriously. They have a large grill in the middle restaurant and a bread bar beside it. You select as much bread as you want and grill one side. Then you butter the grilled side (with your choice of cheese, butter, garlic butter, red pepper spread, etc) and cook the other side. Voila. Free garlic toast and you've killed most of the time you'd spend waiting for your food.
That said, the road isn't all wine and roses. There's been an ever increasing problem. Dusty.
Twice now we've found him passed out deep into the dashboard. Typically - as those of you who frequent this report will know - he stands proudly and protectively just on top of the instrument panel. He acts as a guardian and navigator; pointing the way home and radiating an aura of pride and hope. So, to see him lying on his side - without pride, without hope and without dignity - is troubling. . We weren't sure if it was depression or fatigue or perhaps just the flu. But regardless, there is nothing sadder than a wallowing rhino.
The problem was clarified when I came into the hotel after running some errands and found the picture below.
I would have tried to discuss it with him, but I was both puzzled (by the plastic spoons) and somewhat frightened (by the swiss army knife he was branding). We've called a band intervention. Hopefully the local authorities won't need to get involved.
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