Sunday, September 1, 2013 – Suburban Irish
There
is a pub down the street from us – a long way down a number of streets,
actually – named Fionn MacCools. I am hardly a pubcrawler and that’s partly why
I wanted to go. It was the Saturday of the Labour Day weekend and we were
staying in town being sensible. Other folks were going to the RibFest downtown,
but I’m a vegan, and having multiple “Babes-The Gallant Pigs” roasting on spits
- not very entertaining.
I wanted to do something different from my usual addictions – walking and reading. You laugh, but I go through a pair of expensive sneakers every three months. Thankfully, I now get my books on the tax-payers’ dollar at the Sudbury Public library.
Friends of ours recommended we give Fionn MacCools at try – they have a vegan menu, and beer is essentially vegan - even when it comes with names like “Wild Wolf,” “Lion’s Head,” “Coyote Ale,” and “Shark Attack.” Plus Fionn’s carries alcohol-free beer – Erdinger’s. (Don’t know it until you’ve tried it.)
On Saturday morning at 11:41 am, I Skyped my husband a reminder.) See if you can find his enthusiasm in our exchange.
[11:41:14 AM] Jan Carrie Steven: Ready to go?
[11:41:30 AM] Laurence Steven: I guess...
[11:42:08 AM] Jan Carrie Steven: Let me know when you're enthusiastic!
[11:42:20 AM] Laurence Steven: ok
[11:42:43 AM] Jan Carrie Steven: If you don't want to go today, we can go tomorrow... It's all the same with me... I can make lunch here.
[11:42:58 AM] Laurence Steven: give me a minute
We walked there and had a fabulous lunch. Laur had the Vegetable Curry Pot and I had the Veggie Burger; I had a small glass of Harp (the beer of choice of my favourite tetchy Irish author – Colin Bateman) and hubs had – keeping with the predatory beer theme – Barking Squirrel. Our server (#44 – I don’t know her name) was first-rate and the co-owner/manager came out to have a check-in visit. We assured him everything was topnotch.
On the walk back my hubs said he actually did have a good time and the only reason he was resistant at first was because he thought it was 10:41 am. From this comment, I guess I should infer that he was only trying to protect my virtue. But mind you, he didn’t realize it was after noon until after we had arrived at Fionn’s and had placed our order!
Ah the call of wild ale.
I wanted to do something different from my usual addictions – walking and reading. You laugh, but I go through a pair of expensive sneakers every three months. Thankfully, I now get my books on the tax-payers’ dollar at the Sudbury Public library.
Friends of ours recommended we give Fionn MacCools at try – they have a vegan menu, and beer is essentially vegan - even when it comes with names like “Wild Wolf,” “Lion’s Head,” “Coyote Ale,” and “Shark Attack.” Plus Fionn’s carries alcohol-free beer – Erdinger’s. (Don’t know it until you’ve tried it.)
On Saturday morning at 11:41 am, I Skyped my husband a reminder.) See if you can find his enthusiasm in our exchange.
[11:41:14 AM] Jan Carrie Steven: Ready to go?
[11:41:30 AM] Laurence Steven: I guess...
[11:42:08 AM] Jan Carrie Steven: Let me know when you're enthusiastic!
[11:42:20 AM] Laurence Steven: ok
[11:42:43 AM] Jan Carrie Steven: If you don't want to go today, we can go tomorrow... It's all the same with me... I can make lunch here.
[11:42:58 AM] Laurence Steven: give me a minute
We walked there and had a fabulous lunch. Laur had the Vegetable Curry Pot and I had the Veggie Burger; I had a small glass of Harp (the beer of choice of my favourite tetchy Irish author – Colin Bateman) and hubs had – keeping with the predatory beer theme – Barking Squirrel. Our server (#44 – I don’t know her name) was first-rate and the co-owner/manager came out to have a check-in visit. We assured him everything was topnotch.
On the walk back my hubs said he actually did have a good time and the only reason he was resistant at first was because he thought it was 10:41 am. From this comment, I guess I should infer that he was only trying to protect my virtue. But mind you, he didn’t realize it was after noon until after we had arrived at Fionn’s and had placed our order!
Ah the call of wild ale.