Leah & I were supposed to spend a night at a B&B in Niagara-on-the-Lake this past weekend. We were supposed to go wine tasting and have a nice dinner, all without the kids. Then Sunday morning came along.
The babies were needy. Sam was, well, just plain awful. Our B&B overbooked, and we were told that we'd have to stay somewhere else, and there was only one choice remaining, as everything else was full. M&L and the entire family were downstairs moving in. Our flat was full of boxes from our IKEA trip on Saturday, the biggest item of which (TV armoire) was not big enough to fit everything we'd hoped. I wasn't finished assembling all the other crap we bought, and there were tools and screws and allen wrenches everywhere. We hadn't heard from Grandma, who was supposed to be taking the kids. We were late for a Pirate Birthday Party.
We'd had just about enough.
When we finally talked to Grandma, we seriously considered just letting her take the kids and going back inside to try to organize ourselves a little better. At the last moment, we said Screw It, packed our bags, and sped off towards the border.
That was the best choice we could have made. Our B&B was wonderful. It was the best breakfast we've ever had. Yogurt & fruit, crabmeat & asparagus omelet’s, and apple pie with sherbet – Yum! We went wine tasting on Sunday afternoon and Monday morning and came back with what you see below.
Not a bad haul. We polished off the first bottle playing Trivial Pursuit last night.
And dinner was amazing. I recommend this restaurant to anyone who is lucky enough to get up to Niagara-on-the-Lake.
It's French Provencal, but uses all local ingredients, and the food is out of this world. We’ll be going back as soon as possible.
All in all, we finally relaxed, with the help of a bunch of grapes, and some really, really good food.
