A Tourist In My Own Town

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I have been living in Halifax for almost four years, and you would think that I would’ve done the “tourist” thing by now, but alas, I have not. On a sunny Saturday afternoon, Doug, Zoe & I decided to take in Halifax, through the eyes of a “tourist”. Off we went to catch the ferry over to Halifax; a trip I usually take when I am on my way to work, not with my family in tow! We landed on solid ground and the first thing in my mind that I wanted to do was eat, but Doug suggested that we work up an appetite. We walked along the boardwalk and took in the Busker Festival; a fun thing to do with a 10 month old. We checked out the boats that were docked, and walked towards Bishop’s Landing. Once we got to Bishop’s Landing, I decided that we would hit up Bishop’s Cellar to grab a few bottles of wine for our dinner that night. Luckily for us, Alanna McIntyre was working. She is a local sommelier with whom I’ve done a couple of events. She suggested a few wines for us; Spanish, Italian & Nova Scotian. With the bottom of Zoe’s stroller full of wine, my constant hunger pangs started to get the best of me. Big decisions were ahead; where to eat? I was curious to try out the Grill At CUT (as I had been upstairs already), but the crisp white table clothes scared me a little as I had visions of Zoe and her famous “messes” getting us banned from the restaurant forever; so we decided to save it for a Zoe-free day. We made are way to Argyle Street and stopped in at The Carleton for their famous “frites and aioli”. I must admit, these crispy little critters are addictive and very good! Doug barely managed to get his hands on any, as he was too afraid of getting his fingers bitten off. I washed down my frites with a pint of beer. Seeing as Doug didn’t get anything to eat, it was his turn to pick a place; so off we went to Little Fish to get some much needed oysters. Seated on the patio at Little Fish, Doug quickly ordered his “usual” (a dozen oysters; preferably Black Points, Eel Lakes & St. Simon). I was amazed at how fast he managed to slurp these down and order another dozen! Well, I guess I deserved it for not being a willing participant with the frites. While Doug ate, I drank some Tideview Cider and people-watched. I find the Little Fish patio the perfect place to people-watch and do it at least once a week. Zoe sat quietly eating her Old Growler cheese and managed to entertain us when needed. Once Doug had gotten his fix, it was time to let the lil’ ham stretch her legs, so we strolled down the Grand Parade and sat on the grass while Zoe crawled around and roared at the passers-bys. With our bellies full, and visions of Halifax from a different view on this sunny Saturday, we hoped back on the ferry and headed home to relax and enjoy our wine purchases and put the lil’ ham to bed.

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2 Responses to “A Tourist In My Own Town”

  1. lifeofmytime Says:
    August 13th, 2009 at 2:22 pm

    I see you’re doing the tourist thing in Cape Breton this weekend? Might I suggest the Ceilidh Trail? Port Hood Beach and West Mabou Beach are fantastic, and the Red Shoe Pub in Mabou never fails!

  2. Renee Says:
    August 13th, 2009 at 5:40 pm

    Perfect! Thanks for the tips

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