At Wallack’s in Ottawa. They are Faber-Castells.
The CanWEA board, and as many staff who could make it, went to The Urban Element last night for a team-building dinner. I usually shy away from team building things (I’ve have too many There is no I in team sessions, to which I usually respond, “Yes, but there is me, and also meat, so I think that says something”) but this one was good.
The Urban Element isn’t your average resto. You prepare and cook your own dinner, with the direct supervision of chef Kyle MacNeill and his assistants. Now it helps a lot that they’ve chosen very fine ingredients, and measured them out just so, and also have a properly set up kitchen and utensils, but we had to do the mixing, marinading and cooking.
What we made:
- Grilled romain caesar salad
- Kerr Farms flatiron steaks with asparagus and Yukon gold potatoes with rosemary butter
- Toasted saffron couscous with chick peas, cashews, tomatoes and sweet peppers
- Crispy fennel flatbread
- Chocolate praline tart with frangelico sauce
It was good; very good. Really amazingly good. Great atmosphere and a very pleasant evening.
This is a small posting of thanks to the folks on the OCTranspo 95 Orleans bus who put up with my cluelessness and large luggage on the very busy rush hour transit. I got to Ottawa station quicker than any taxi, and for only $3. I’m a fairly seasoned TTC rider, and you wouldn’t see that kind of friendliness at this time of day in Toronto.
Ottawa VIA Rail station has a circular spiral ramp that leads down from the concourse to the platform level. It has a smooth channel for a handrail which looks perfect for racing marbles or toy cars down.
Surely I’m not the only person who has ever wanted to do this? It looks so inviting!
Electric bikes hit the road in Ontario — but you have to wear a helmet, for some reason.
His lengthy letters and full page ads in the Ottawa Citizen have an Incensed of Tunbridge Wells quality to them. It might be an idea to start hiding the sharp things when Leonard’s around.
We stopped in Madoc on Highway 7 last night for refreshments, and there in the Tim Hortons car park was a huge turtle. With its snake-like neck, thick bowed legs and saurian tail, it looked like an animated gothic footstool.
Just a little down the road, there was another similarly-szied beastie. I wonder if they were calling to one another? Maybe the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.
The lawn chair whale from the National Gallery
Some Group of Seven symmetry:
Ottawa from (nearly) Hull, Québec:
The Peace tower, and flame:
Just back from an anniversary trip to Ottawa. It’s the least “Capital City” capital city I know. Things we did:
- Stayed at the Auberge des Artes (104 Guigues Ave [pronounced “gig”, if you’re having difficulty getting a taxi driver to get you there], tel: 613 562 0909). We stayed there when we were on our reconnaisance trip to Canada back in easter 2001, and it’s still great. Pierre’s whole wheat/buckwheat crêpes are the best!
- Catherine was actively sold a pair of shoes at Lou’s Boot Corner in the Byward market. I haven’t seen salesmanship like that in a long time.
- Ate too much, too many times at Zak’s Diner.
- Went to the national gallery, where they have a whale skeleton made entirely from lawn chairs.
- Walked to Québec over the Alexandra bridge.