I like exploring in different places but the first few days in a strange city can be very stressful when you haven’t quite got your bearings.
Thank the gods for Google Maps. They got me where I needed to be for dinner last night with friends, this morning to the work venue (sort of) and this afternoon to Dollarama to purchase a few things I needed for the class. The only glitches were when it didn’t recognize the lane to local golf course, where I was to be working, was off a small side street. I went down the road and had to turn back to find the spot. This evening it got me to the first store I wanted to visit but once I got into “Big Box Hell” it really had trouble directing me to the second. I finally gave up looking and then when leaving the parking lot defied the instructions with positive results. No I should not have turned right like it said.
Then there is the issue of food. Where in the city does one eat. Out at the big box end of town are all the usual suspects like Kelsey’s, Boston Pizza and the like but frankly I can go to them at home so why would I not want to venture into the world of local culinary fare? Simple answer. Because you need to have a tour guide, a big wallet and an epi pen to survive.
Someone had mentioned the “Delta” had great food. They didn’t mention the entres began at $40. After making my way to the waterfront restaurant through a maze of cars and side streets I sat down at a lovely table looking out over the night lights on the water in Kingston. It was beautiful and so calming.
The wait staff were charming and sympathetic to my ever annoying and often embarrassing shell fish allergy. They and the chef went out of their way to accommodate my problem and all was well until someone in a neighboring table started to enjoy their shrimp dinner. I was grateful I was finished my meal but there would be no desert. I had vacate the premises in short order.
The distress had started with a couple of sneezes but grew quickly to being completely stuffed up to the point of having trouble talking. Because I had walked there I hadn’t wanted to carry my purse. Mistake noted. In it were both my puffer and my epi pen. From this day forward the purse and I will be inseparable.
The waitress got a good tip because she met me at the door with my bill to accomodate my hasty departure. She also took my name and phone number so she could check on me later. She did check on me and it was much appreciated.
Tomorrow another friend who is a local will be joining for dinner. Here’s hoping we can find somewhere uncomplicated to eat.
And yes, Kingston does have a homeless population. I was very sad to see someone wrapped in a blanket on a park bench as I wandered back to the hotel. Sort of wished I had shared my dinner budget with him.