“I called you two here as it’s time for Toby to get her ‘permanents’ and in order to so, she must complete her earthly challenge of two nights without any major complaints. Is that clear Gus?” asked St. Michael, addressing the angel Gustavus by his more commonly used name. Gus understood ‘permanents’ meant elevation to permanent angelic status and it was a promotion to which every probationary angel strived. The archangel Michael thought about all the others who had completed the assigned challenges to earn their ‘permanents.’
Gus had his work cut out for him with Toby.
Toby had received her probationary wings more than two hundred years ago at the Battle of the Plains of Abraham when she whispered ‘words of life’ into the ears of soldiers who’d given up hope of living. Toby was struggling getting to the next level, permanent wings. Gus got his when William the Conqueror reformed the British nobility with the Domesday Book. Gus had been the voice of inspiration for William’s notch of liberalization of English society. For that, he received his ‘permanents.’ But since then he had not received a promotion to the next angelic level, archangel status and over a thousand years had passed. Toby would be his chance to move up the angelic ladder.
But Toby was a challenge. She was as good hearted as any angel could be. She loved fully and without conditions but she had one tiny flaw. She just couldn’t help but complain a little about anything she encountered. “God could have done it in six days, if He hadn’t taken time off to rest. Noah should have swatted those two pesky mosquitos. Eve should have tried the bananas first. I don’t like snakes.”
Toby was going to be Gus’ challenge: could Gus get Toby to just button her lip and accept things as they were or better yet, to find the bright side to everything? She just couldn’t resist criticizing anything she saw, heard, or experienced. No angel worth her value to the heavenly congregations could be a complainer thought Michael, whereas Gus saw it as a miracle in the making if he succeeded.
Then, Michael asked, “OK Gus, you ready to go? How about you Toby? Lips sealed, heart open?” The earthbound duo nodded their heads in assent and poof, there they were trudging through the snow of Toronto, Canada, along Bayview Avenue near the Bridle Path to be more exact.
“Heavens, it’s really snowing, Gus,” lamented Toby.
“Toby, have you forgotten that quickly? No whining, no complaining. It’s a great winter’s night here in Canada’s biggest city. It’s a beautiful night, crispy cold, frosty fresh. Nice isn’t it!”
“Well, we could have drawn a better assignment, someplace like Miami, or Havana or even somewhere in Mexico where it’s warmer, sunnier and a lot more inviting than here in stormy Canada.”
Gus simply shook his head recognizing how tough this assignment was going to be.
“And another thing, I don’t know why we have to lose so much of our angelic power. We can’t fly. We have to eat. We feel the cold. We still keep our telepathic communicating ability, much good it will do us as we can just talk to each other. And only one angelic super power act permitted for each of us. This is one darn hard assignment, if you ask me.”
Gus bit his lip in restraint.
The agenda the duo had drawn was to spend two winter nights Toronto with two financially different families, one very rich, the other significantly poor. They were to spend one night at each family’s home with no criticizing or complaining about these humans or how they lived. For Gus, it was no challenge but for Toby who was always trying to find the better side of everything, it was an enormous one.
This was night number one.
Gus and Toby turned onto the Bridle Path just past the Conrad Black mansion. Black had been declared persona non grata in the heavenly books because he had cooked his own company books. So the angelic duo passed on his address. Soon, they were in front of another huge mansion which belonged to a very well known Austrian manufacturing magnate, an old man now, in his early eighties and still very ornery to everyone. Gus pointed at the house, “Here we are Tob’. Let’s go.”
The mansion belonged to an incredibly wealthy family, among the richest in Toronto if not all of Canada, maybe even North America. They had earned their wealth through manufacture and through astute IPO investments during the downturn of the economy in the 1990’s. They made a fortune but all the profit making did not embellish Fred Stanger’s grumpy persona. He was still the orniest of big time magnates living in Toronto. Even when his beautiful daughter Brenda, the love of his life, was born, an event everyone thought would mellow Fred some. They erred for Fred remained as crotchety an ogre as ever. Nor did the enormous wealth do anything to temper Fred’s abrasive personality. Nothing did.
The two angels approached the huge double doors of the enormous and elegant mansion. Toby rang the bell. Within moments, a butler answered. “Yes,” he queried.
Gus responded, “We are in need of shelter for the night. Could you accommodate us?” The butler told the angelic partners to wait without even inviting them into the warm atrium of the house.
Toby couldn’t help himself, and in a low voice said, “I know it isn’t charitable to say this, but if the butler is any indication, this family must be very cold toward people. Look at the kind of night it is and we’re left standing here in the cold.” The two angels waited outside, shivering just as if they were human.
The door re-opened. The butler declared, “The master says he doesn’t do accommodation for strangers. Please leave the property.” Toby was shocked. Gus was dismayed but he had an agenda to complete, so he insisted, “Please sir, just a space for two tired and hungry travellers to lay their head for one night.” The butler again closed the door. Gus bowed his head as if in prayer. Toby shook his. A few minutes later, the butler opened the door wide and beckoned the two angels inside and with a crook’d finger. He led them down a long hallway, opened a door, and they saw a set of steep stairs descending to the basement of the mansion. Again, down another long hallway, the trio walked on and on until finally they reached a flat grey painted door. “You can stay here for the night, but the master wants you out early tomorrow morning.”
Gus thanked the butler and nodded agreement to the demand. Toby continued to nod and shake his head in incredulity as to how they were being treated.
The room was grey masonry, dank and gloomy, with a beat up couch on one side of the room and worn and tattered lazy boy chair on the other. Toby continued shaking his head, “I can’t believe this. Did you see how beautiful this house is up stairs? Look what we get. He’s got a lot of nice rooms upstairs that would have been much more suitable for us than this hovel.”
Gus responded, “It’s ok. We’re inside for the night.”
The two angels took to the couch and chair, examining the room and wondering how such a room would exist in such a beautiful home. The room was drab, dismal, dimly lit by a single bare bulb hanging from the center of the ceiling.
“What a dump!” continued Toby in a near whine of a complaint, “We deserve better than this. Look there’s even a hole in the wall over there.”
Gus walked over to the wall with the hole, peered through and then swiped his hand over the ragged hole using up the one opportunity of angelic power he was permitted on this two day earthly visit. Miraculously, the hole was re-cemented and set solidly in an instant.
Toby queried, “Why did you do that Gus? We’re doing repair work for wealthy people now? People who won’t even give us a warm room for the night!”
Gus replied, “Shh Toby, you can’t criticize things like that or you may not earn your wings, you know. Besides, things aren’t always as they seem.”
The next morning, to the surprise of the two angels, the door to the room opened very suddenly and the butler declared, “It’s time for you to go!”
Down the long corridor and up the steep flight of stairs the butler walked with the pace of the aged. The two angels quietly followed behind him, their feet normally would have been floating along the floor, but as they were “on agenda,” they were relegated to trudging along behind the butler who never gave them a second glance.
As the two angels moved along the main corridor toward the front door, they saw the dining room and an old man seated at the head of the table, eating with gusto. He looked up at the two angels, said nothing and resumed eating with what looked like a ravenous appetite. Toby shook her head in amazement and was about to say something; Gus quieted her quickly with a raised index finger to his lips.
The two angels resumed their spiritual journey.
“Well, I’m glad that’s over with,” whined Toby. Gus bit his lip. Even an angel’s patience limits.
Now, the second night and the angels slogged along Queen St. East, snow falling steadily. The was the downtown core of Toronto, old housing, dilapidated storefronts, and street people haggardly standing in doorways almost everywhere they looked. At Sherbourne St. they saw the long line of homeless people single filed outside the Salvation Army shelter.
Toby opined, “That’s terrible. There is so much wealth in Toronto and just look at that line of people looking for a bed and a warm place to stay for the night.”
“Shh Toby, ours is not to criticize or complain for others either. We have another agenda to fulfull. So let’s move on.”
The duo came to the door of a run-down house, likely more than 50 years old, built during the war.
“Wow, you think they are going to have a place for us, Gus?”
Gus knocked on the door as the two angels looked out at the house’s back yard from its porch. They spotted a couple of chickens and a small goat. Gus’ request to the old man who opened the door was same as the previous night, a place to stay for the night.
“Please come in,” said the old man, “I am sorry we don’t have much to offer you but I have an empty room at the back of the house. It’s dry and warm enough even with the large window facing the back yard. My wife is making some supper and you are welcome join us. Come in, come in.”
“Well that’s better,” said Toby. “But I doubt they have very much.”
Again, Gus shushed the younger angel. Supper was very simple: roasted root vegetables, some boiled chicken, and goat’s milk cheese.
The old man’s wife apologized for the simple supper while cutting two more slices of bread for the angels. Gus ate solemnly. Toby ate with verve considering they had not eaten anything at the mansion last night.
Gus nudged Toby’s knee when Toby reached out for another slice of cheese. Angels don’t normally eat but as Gus repeatedly said an agenda was being fulfilled and eating was on the list of todo’s. The knee nudge was Gus’ way to admonish Toby for eating so much of the the poor couple’s food.
The wife, again with much apologizing, showed the two angels to the back room. They entered and saw it was dry and warm enough. They looked out at the back yard and saw the chickens and the goat tethered to a fence post. Toby thought, ‘Not much for angels who deserve better.’ While Gus just sent up a prayer of thanks. The lady bid them both a good night, promising to wake them early for some breakfast. Then she quietly closed the door.
The next morning, Toby looked out the back window. “Oh no,” he exclaimed, “The goat! The old man is burying the goat. It must have died during the night.” The duo came into the kitchen where they saw the small kitchen table set for them with slices of toast and a small mound of goat cheese. Again, the couple seemed apologized for the humble offerings. A small Melitta coffee maker was brewing on the stove.
The woman seated at the breakfast table was sobbing quietly. Toby asked, “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” The poor woman just sobbed a little more loudly while the old man responded, “Our poor old goat died last night. She gave us milk and we even made cheese. But now we’ve lost her.”
Toby was beside himself, not quite angry; angels were never to show anger, but definitely upset. He could hardly telepathize his thoughts to Gus, “What is this? What’s going on? This is terrible. Last night we stayed at a rich family’s. They had everything and yet you helped them doing repair work. Tonight, we’re treated as best as this poor family can treat us. They have next to nothing, yet shared as much as they could with us and you let their most important asset die. What’s the matter with you? How could you let this happen?”
Gus just bowed his head in quiet supplication at table but telepathically replied, “Toby, things aren’t always as they seem. When we stayed in the basement of the mansion, I noticed there was a seam of undiscovered gold in the earth visible through the hole in the wall. That rich family didn’t deserve to discover and claim that find. That owner was too selfish and lacking in generosity. So I sealed the wall so no one would ever discover that gold ever. Then last night as we slept in this old couple’s home, the angel of death came for his wife. I renegotiated the angel’s agenda. He relented and accepted the goat as replacement for the wife. So you see things aren’t always what they seem, Toby. You just need to trust that every outcome for it may be to your advantage if you have faith and trust. You just might not know it until sometime later…and one last thing Toby. Love more, complain less…so that you can keep your wings for many centuries to come. God bless.”
Toby bowed his head realizing how wrong she had been with her borderline criticisms and complaints. She acknowledged her unangelic behaviour and swore an oath to always keep her faith and trust As she made this promise, beautiful harp music began to play and bells over at St. Michael’s cathedral began to peel. Then to Toby’s amazement, two huge wings floated down into the room and attached themselves to her shoulders. Toby added to her vow, “I promise to become a roving guardian angel of optimism. I will help teach people that if they have faith and trust, they will see everything more positively and I will teach them that if they have faith and trust, they will see that life really is wonderful. But we must open our hearts first.”
Toby then snapped his fingers and flicked a finger in the direction of the backyard. A sparkle of gold invisibly flew from his fingertips. “There,” said Toby using up the one angelic super act she was permitted while ‘on assignment.’ A goat’s bleat, loud and clear, came through the paper thin walls of the house.
Gus smiled. He did it. Toby got her ‘permanents.’ His task was complete and a success. He smiled even more knowing that cathedral bells ringing meant another angelic agenda had been successfully completed and another angel had just received ‘permanents.’
Be wary of any offer that sounds too good to be true, and always look for telltale signs that an email or website may not be legitimate, such as low resolution images, misspellings, poor grammar, or odd links.
Practice safe surfing
Find out if a website is potentially dangerous before you click on it by using a safe search plug-in such as McAfee SiteAdvisor (Free). SiteAdvisor uses easy-to-read red, yellow, and green check marks to rate websites when you search for them.
Practice safe shopping
Stick to reputable e-commerce sites and look for a trustmark that indicates that the site has been verified as safe by a trusted third-party. Also, look for a lock symbol and “https” at the beginning of the web address (as opposed to just “http”) to see if the site uses encryption to protect your data.
Use strong passwords
Make sure your passwords are at least eight characters long and contain a variety of letters, numbers and characters that don’t spell anything. Avoid using the same password for your important accounts, and never share your passwords with anyone.
Be careful when clicking
Don’t click on any links in messages from people you don’t know, and if you come across a shortened URL, use a URL expander to see where the link is directed to before you click.
Use a comprehensive computer security
You need complete protection that includes anti-virus, anti-spyware, anti-spam, and a firewall and make sure it is up to date. Online security and safety protection can help protect all of your devices – PCs, Macs, smartphones and tablets – from holiday-related malware, phishing, spyware, and other common and emerging threats.
Keep up-to-date on the latest scams and tricks cyber criminals use so you can avoid potential attacks. You can find helpful information on the Internet or at well-known antivirus developers such as McAfee.
The holiday season is often accompanied by worries about not being ready in time. As the festive season is approaching fast, here is a list for those in charge of organizing Christmas. It will help you make sure everything goes off without a hitch.
- Establish your budget.
This is always a good starting point. It feels awful to regret all your spending once the holidays are past.
- Create checklists.
Plan your menus, gifts, indoor and outdoor decorations, and schedule your beauty appointments well in advance.
- Set your tasks.
Each of the previous lists brings its own share of things to do, so it is important to list them clearly along with a time frame in which to do them.
- Spread out the tasks.
Note on a calendar or in your smartphone agenda all things to do each day, as this will give you a better overview. It will also be easier to add an item to the list or delete completed tasks (yay!), so that you do not forget anything.
Some tasks can even be assigned to the children. You will be surprised at their creativity!
- Get organized in advance.
Some things can be done well before Christmas. Think about preparing and make-ahead dishes that can be frozen until the party or Christmas dinner. Doing this will allow you to relax a bit during the party!
- Buy your gifts before the last minute rush.
Shopping on December 23 is just an invitation to stress. So start shopping in late November or early December. If that is truly impossible, bear in mind that shopping malls are less crowded early in the week.
Taking the time to get organized will give you the inspiration to create some unforgettable moments for you and your loved ones this holiday season.
Yup…this is how my office work area looks at this time of the year !!!
Thoughts about the English Language according to George Carlin.
We’ll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,. but the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes; one fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,. yet the plural of moose should never be meese; you may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice, yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men,
Why shouldn’t the plural of pan be called pen ?
If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
and I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet ?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
why shouldn’t the plural of booth be called beeth ?
Then one may be that, and three would be those,
yet hat in the plural would never be hose;
and the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
but though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
but imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim !
Let’s face it – English is a crazy language.
There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger;
neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren’t invented in England.
We take English for granted,
but if we explore its paradoxes,
we find that quicksand can work slowly,
boxing rings are square;
a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
Why is it that writers write, but fingers don’t fing,
grocers don’t groce & hammers don’t ham ?
Doesn’t it seem crazy that …
you can make amends but not one amend ?
If you have a bunch of odds and ends …
and get rid of all but one of them,
what do you call it ?
If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught ?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables,
what does a humanitarian eat ?
Sometimes I think all people who speak English
should be in an asylum for the verbally insane.
In what other language do people recite at a play,
and play at a recital ?
We ship by truck but send cargo by ship …
We have noses that run & feet that smell;
We park in a driveway & drive in a parkway.
And how can a slim chance & a fat chance be the same,
while a wise man & a wise guy are opposites ?
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language
in which your house can burn up as it burns down;
in which you fill in a form by filling it out,
and in which an alarm goes off by going on.
And in closing …
If Father is Pop …
How come Mother’s not Mop ?
Knowing your prices is absolute necessity as an advertised deal of e.g. 20% off is not a deal if the original price is out of line ( I have some unbelievable examples of regular price differences on same item between Shoppers, Walmart and Loblaws especially in skin care dept.)
- Become a “flyer fiend” and use them!
Collect flyers all the time and bring them with you when you shop
- Comparison shop to see where the deals are.
- Know your prices to pay the lowest price.
- Stock up on non-perishables when the prices are good.
- Mark price on purchased products to avoid paying higher prices in future.
- Shop with a list and stick to it.
- Avoid buying every bargain in sight…do you really need it?
- Try the “house brands;” sometimes they are as good as the name brands at a
much lower price. (PC Plus, Select)
- Share membership at places like Costco; why pay for unnecessary memberships.
- Consider buying in bulk/larger sizes when advantageous; buy by the case, box, etc. but only ‘non-perishables.’
- Avoid shopping when you are hungry.
- Reading weekly ads; doing price comparisons.
- Buying small portions of meats; having veggie only dinners more often.
- Freezing leftovers into meal sized portions for quicker meal preps later.
- Prepare weekly menus in consultation with the published specials of the week.
- Comparison shop and buy in bulk whenever a product you use regularly is on sale.
- Ask about senior’s discount if it applies to you.
- Certain stores,certain day discounts: Bulk Barn, WED, Shoppers Drug Mart, THURS.
More money saving tips coming SOON.
These tips come from Shopping PRO’s:
Dolores F., Kathy W., Barbara T., Judy H., Patricia S., Barbara R., Maureen M., Nadia G., Jan M. and Joanne B.
Diamonds, a girl’s best friend? What nonsense! They obviously never owned a dog.
Do you have pets? The unconditional love of a dog is just so awesome. I have a Scottish Terrier called Fermo. It’s Italian for ‘stop’ and he does stop, but only when he’s napping on my couch in the office or at my feet while I am watching TV. He brings a smile to my face whenever I see he ‘spring’ across the back yard or on a walk when he may see a rabbit or a squirrel. He is a coiled spring bouncing into life and makes me laugh out loud when he does it. Fermo brings much pleasure to my life, and now I can’t imagine a life without him.
If you don’t have a dog, consider if your life would accommodate one. He can be a rescue, or a pure bred, a mongrel or a crème de la crème. They are all incredibly lovable. If you can’t have a dog in your life, buy a fluff toy dog. It will comfort you as you watch TV, nearly as much as Fermo comforts me.
The joy of a dog is priceless. I am sure cat owners would say the same about their cat.
This is a political message
Larry Smith – Conservative Party of Canada
Senatorial Designation: Saurel
Appointed on the advice of: Harper (C)
Larry Jeff Smith, a Conservative Senator from Quebec, calls senior citizens the Greediest Generation as he compared “Social Security ” to a Milk Cow with over a million teats.
Here’s a response in a letter from Patty Johnstone in Ontario …. I think she is a little ticked off! She also tells it like it is!
Oh sooo true!
“Hey Jeff, let’s get a few things straight!!
- As a career politician, you have been on the public dole (tit) for FIFTY YEARS.
- I have been paying CPP & OHIP for 48 YEARS (since I was 15 years old. I am now 63).
- My Canada Pension payments, and those of millions of other Canadians, were safely tucked away in an interest bearing account for decades until you political pukes decided to raid the account and give OUR money to a bunch of zero losers in return for votes, thus bankrupting the system and turning Social Security into a Ponzi scheme that would make Bernie Madoff proud.
- Recently, just like Lucy & Charlie Brown, you and “your ilk” pulled the proverbial football away from millions of Canadian seniors nearing retirement and moved the goalposts for full retirement from age 65 to age, 67. NOW, you and your “shill commission” are proposing to move the goalposts YET AGAIN.
- I, and millions of other Canadians, have been paying into OHIP & CPP from Day One, and now “you morons” propose to change the rules of the game. Why? Because “you idiots” mismanaged other parts of the economy to such an extent that you need to steal our money from OHIP & CCP to pay the bills.
- I, and millions of other Canadians, have been paying income taxes our entire lives, and now you propose to increase our taxes yet again. Why? Because you “incompetent bastards” spent our money so profligately that you just kept on spending even after you ran out of money. Now, you come to the Canadian taxpayers and say you need more to pay off YOUR debt.
To add insult to injury, you label us “greedy” for calling “bullshit” to your incompetence.
Well, Captain Bullshit, I have a few questions for YOU:
- How much money have you earned from the Canadian taxpayers during your pathetic 50-year political career?
- At what age did you retire from your pathetic political career, and how much are you receiving in annual retirement benefits from the Canadian taxpayers?
- How much do you pay for YOUR government provided health insurance?
- What cuts in YOUR retirement and healthcare benefits are you proposing in your disgusting deficit reduction proposal, or as usual, have you exempted yourself and your political cronies?
It is you, Captain Bullshit, and your political co- conspirators called Parliament who are the “greedy” ones. It is you and your fellow nutcase thieves who have bankrupted the Canadian
Pension, OHIP and stolen the Canadian dream from millions of loyal, patriotic taxpayers.
And for what? Votes and your job and retirement security at our expense, you lunk-headed leech.
That’s right, sir. You and yours have bankrupted our benefits for the sole purpose of advancing your pathetic, political careers. You know it, we know it, and now you know that we know it.
And you can take that to the bank, you arrogant son of a bitch. And NO, I didn’t stutter!
P.S. And stop calling CPP & OHIP “entitlements”.
WHAT AN INSULT!!
I have been paying in to the CPP system for years.
“It’s my money”- give it back to me the way the system was designed and stop patting yourself on the back like you are being generous by doling out these monthly checks.
If you are a senior, collect a CPP and OHIP benefits, heed the message and act accordingly. Any federal politician who argues for changes to the CPP, OAS and OHIP benefits for us seniors, is trying to exploit us. Re-read what Ms. Johnstone has written, then act on it when you hear a politician trying to alter our benefits. Voice your opinion, write your MP, email him or her. If us members of the “Grey bloc” do not act together, as a united front and with out votes, we are going to see our benefits, our money, slowly eroded away till each of us lives below the poverty line, on dog food ! Act! Get angry! Dont just sit there. We need you to join in into making our government, OUR government working for OUR benefit and in OUR interests. Enough of sending aid to countries who bite the hand that feeds them. Enough going to wars where reforms we have affected for sake of human rights and democratic equality, get altered the moment we leave. Stop OUR govt from wasting our money and then digging into the CPP, OAS, OHIP till to re-establish national solvency.
– drive is approx 2 hrs
– many motels, B&B’s and hotels…my recomms below
– many fine eateries for great food
– galleries, museums, locally produced foods, cheese, charcuterie
– wineries everywhere !!!
From Toronto, 401 East, take Exit 522 south (Wooler Rd.) and drive south about 18 kms. to Hillier.
Hillier Estates Winery
Kemp and Amber Stewart have developed a picturesque winery offering some very nice reds, roses, and whites. The winery has a casual eating patio out back with great stone oven baked pizzas. Kemp, retired Canadian military and Dr. Amber, region coroner, are two super personable representatives of the very hospitable Pr. Ed. County citizenry.
Less than 10 minutes further along, admire the shoreline residences, stunning homes in a breathtaking setting.
Staying in Wellington
Two accommodation choices dependent on budget consideration, both excellent, clean, with lots of parking and great views of the lake.
The Comfort Inn is clean, spacious with free WiFi and cabled TV.
Owner Cheryl and her husband are long time Wellington residents and can advise you on the current things to do and see. Talk with them for the latest events in the region.
Budget breaker but well worth it…for accommodation, brunch and fine dining.
The Drake on the Lake…stop in and try it out, for a luncheon or a great dinner.
East & Main…outstanding dining
Chef Scott Kapitan isn’t testament to his outstanding cooking skills. A short, very slim chef who explains he his thin stature as being essential for working in his cramped kitchen. No matter, his work is expansive and broad in taste and selection.
The extensive menu calls for an appetite inducing cocktail for the time to read and choose from the many offerings. Extensive choices, each likely a great taste success if what we ate is an indicator.
From the scallops with maple smoked bacon strips
to a superb salad with prosciutto and pickled beets
to slowly braised lamb shanks with roasted veggies, to die for !
to bacon wrapped pork tenderloin that activated tastebuds the moment it was set before us.
The sister restaurant located next door, Pomodoro, was closed for the season with re-opening scheduled for spring, 2015.
Even Hillier Estates Winery padrone, Kemp Stewart, along with his wife, Dr. Amber and their visiting French exchange students dine with great gusto at East & Main. Note the wine on the table is from Hillier, understandably. Buon appetito folks!
There’s much more to Prince Edward Country than just eating and sleeping.
Do visit some of the wineries. Their product will have you rethinking your old views of Ontario wines. Gone are the days of the hybrid varietal Marechal Foch, a wine of questionable taste in my opinion, no matter how many I have tasted. Hillier Estates eschews its production also, thank goodness.
Prince Edward County: wonderful scenery everywhere, many very successful wineries, a number of craft beer producers and dining that ranks with the best anywhere in Ontario. The county, recognizing the important role of its visitors, caters to them with many seasonal events suitable to all interests.
It’s worth a drive to PRINCE EDWARD COUNTY.