It was true, the day had not started well and my degenerative degringolade had
continued through the morning. By noon I found myself adrift in the Ferrymead
area, rumbling of stomach and as thirsty as a rutting buck. There was no other
option but to abandon what was left of my woeful day and seek solace at a table
for one at the Watershed cafe.
I immediately decorated my table with a glass
of pinot gris and a bowl of thick, smooth chowder. Both went down well and, in
my own time and at a very leisurely pace, I managed to secure the rights to a
Caesar Salad along with a sampling of salmon to jazz it up a little. All was
well and my second tipple, a Main Divide reisling, helped admirably to restore
some semblance of normality to my diabolical afternoon.
The cafe quality
salad was a satisfactory offering with all the requisite elements of a modern
day Caesar and of substantial quantity to boot. By the time I sipped my parting
espresso no less than two hours had passed and I was looking forward to all the
joy and wonder that the evening promised.
The restorative powers of food and
drink taken in the relaxed setting of a modern cafe should never be
underestimated.
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