On Highway 331 between Liverpool and Bridgewater, Nova Scotia, there’s a tiny community called Broad Cove. We drive through it often when exploring the scenic South Shore, and every time we pass the Best Coast Coffee Gallery I say – out loud – “we’ve got to check that place out sometime.”
After a morning run on Crescent Beach last week, Gary pronounced that it was finally “sometime”. Running on the beach is hard work, and neither of us had eaten yet (although I was still full from the previous night’s Lobster Linguini at Magnolia’s Grill in Lunenburg, to be honest).
The Best Coast Coffee Gallery’s traditional building with its quintessentially South Shore decorations (brightly coloured Adirondack chairs are to the South Shore what flying the US flag in your yard is to Maine) just looks like a friendly place to stop. Continue reading
I’m not sure that I’ve ever been genuinely proud of myself. Pleased, sure; satisfied, sometimes; disappointed, often. Like a lot of people, the voices in my head that judge success aren’t especially kind or helpful.
But today, I am proud of what I’ve done. Continue reading
When we left Halifax in 2008, neither of us realised how much we would miss its vibrant culinary scene. Calgary and Fredericton both have some amazing restaurants, but there’s something special about the Halifax food scene. For a relatively small city, the breadth of ethnic choices and quality of the food in Halifax is astonishing.
There’s a high turnover (I still mourn the passing of the Ghanaian/Tanzanian restaurant), though, and I was delighted to find on our last trip that one of our favourites, Mexico Lindo, is still going strong. Continue reading
The Capital Region is proving to be a trove of culinary gems, and while some are hidden (Haru), The Blue Door in downtown Fredericton has already racked up multiple awards. The Blue Door succeeds so well because it’s a reflection of Fredericton itself, offering refined dishes in an attractive setting without putting on too many airs. Continue reading
Driving through Oromocto, you’ll see well-kept houses and yards, a lot of veteran’s plates (Oromocto is home to Canadian Forces Base Gagetown), and almost as many chain restaurants. You could be forgiven for thinking that it’s a culinary wasteland.
You’d be wrong. Continue reading