But let's start with this photo.
If you are wondering why it's a photo of an innocuous (grey???!!!) Chevy Malibu in the parking lot of our hotel in Stratford, well, here's the comparable shot: pic
Yes, that's MY Cadillac!!!! Insert crying face. If you don't recognize the components, that's the front and rear drive train ON THE FLOOR with the transmission. !!!
Why, you ask? It went in last week for an engine miss. They decided to be thorough in their investigation. ): I was told they started with the 5 recall notices on it. And here we are. They are getting a new head from Detroit. They say it will be done by Friday, maybe. At least by next week, when I begin commuting to Lock Haven for the next phase of life.
Now, for Stratford. We ate last night at the Belfry, which the Toronto Star food critic says is the place to eat if you have one meal in Stratford. I have learned the term "food porn" from reviews of last week's A Hundred Foot Journey, so here's yours.
Megan's steak tartare. That is a quail egg on the top. Ooooo. As for "best bites," Michael said "the blue cheese," Megan her lemon flan, Barb and I our chocolate pot-de-creme, & Karen's shrimp.
The play of the evening of Antony & Cleopatra. None of us were happy with it. The leads failed to have chemistry; the production seemed tired despite trying (consciously) to move quickly; and there's the quality of the costumes, which sometimes seemed tired, too.
Ah, well, today will be better -- even if the food might not be.
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