Yeah, we’re a little behind on recaps. We know. Montreal took about five years off of my life. My body took an “L” from all walking and I think I brought a cold back. I don’t think I was supposed to declare the common cold virus upon re-entering the country. I’m not sure what tarif law that that would fall under, but it is what it is. So, on to the recap.
Our last morning in Montreal got off to a slightly rocky start. We decided to hit up Jarry Smoked Meats for breakfast, due to the $20 in Canadian money I still had left. We walk up in there and seat ourselves. As we’re perusing the menu, our waitress comes over and offers cafe’. We say “No,” and she walks away confused like “You do not want cafe? You stupid Americans probably don’t speak Francaise. Spit. Spit.” When she comes back and starts speaking French, we ask if she speaks English. “I can a little bit, if I have to.” #spit The look of disdain on her face needed no translation. From that point on, she spoke minimally to us, while mumbling something in French as she walked by our table. Fortunately, the meal was on point. Sausage, ham, bacon, eggs, home fries, fruit, pancakes, french toast, and toast. It was the perfect culinary sendoff, except for the French-Canadian spittle that I’m sure was dripping off the bacon. I left her a tip less than 15%. Spit on that!
The ride towards the border was interesting. Unlike Vermont, the Canadian landscape is flat and boring. It also, apparently, is filled to the brim with moose dung. We passed by several pockets of extreme aromatic atrociousness. Think of every cow pattie you’ve smelled…multiplied by 100. We looked around and couldn’t spot any farms, so we just assumed it was an accumulation of moose manure. Not only will these jabronis waltz into traffic and tear your car a new one, they’ll also drop bombs in the forest that straight up destroy your olfactory organs. Moose are the most disrespectful animals since cats.
One quick thing about the border. At the crossing we passed through, the border is demarcated by an invisible line that separates two houses. Essentially, you can walk from a Canadian family’s back yard right into an American familiy’s front yard with ease. There was actually a guy mowing the grass between the two houses. He kept crossing back and forth across the border at will. We were like, “OK, that’s secure.” At any rate, we passed through the checkpoint without incident.
The drive through Vermont and New Hampshire was breathtaking. We drove through Mount Washington National Park, and were awestruck and the majesty. We both agreed that Vermont was the best part of the trip so far. The scenery is something to behold. I think Vermont will be on our permanent vacation rotation for the near future. If you can swing it, you need to make it up there. Hopefully, someone from the Vermont tourism board is reading this so we can get our cut.
The drive through Portland, ME was also pretty cool. The scenery was straight out of an 80’s Spielberg movie. It actually can double as the town of Amity from “Jaws.” We were digging the vibe. You know what else we dig? SEAFOOD! After researching local eateries, we settled on Gilbert’s Chowder House. All the reviews said it had the best chowder in the city. They didn’t disappoint.
The spot would fit in perfectly on Diner’s, Drive Ins, and Dives. And that’s a compliment. So, we decide to order fried shrimp, seafood chowder in a bread bowl, and a lobster roll. The shrimp came out in about five minutes. They were some of the cleanest, freshest shrimp I’ve tasted. As someone who’s grown up on the Georgia coast, that’s high praise. Before we could finish our shrimp, the chowder and lobster roll. Man, lemme tell you. The chowder was creamy. You could see and taste the chunks of potatoes, shrimp, clams, scallops , and lobster. It was summarily destroyed, along with the bread bowl. The lobster roll was everything it was cracked up to be. Huge chunks of lobster, slathered in mayo, sitting in a buttered toasted bun. I wanted to take about two or five home. We drove out of our way to go to Portland for this meal, and it was worth every second. SEAFOOD!!!